Chapter 818 When Will I Meet The Right Person (Part Two)
That was about all that Mike could do, given the animosity that was ying out right before his eyes.
He''d done his best. He knew Lawrence very well. Roughly he could guess that Greg was a bit shaken.
Particrly, the idea of Lawrence taking revenge on Sharon unnerved him, even he emanated a
dominating aura. But in the end, it wasn''t lost on Mike that Violet''s husband was a unyielding. Now that
two big shots met, he wasn''t surprised at the scene.
With his head down, Greg raised his brow, attempting to find a solution. But his mind went nk.
"Lawrence, I''ve never stopped loving Violet. I admit that sometimes I was impulsive and didn''t treat her
well. But I''ll never change my heart from loving her. That''s a part of me that she forever owns. Our love
for each other goes all the way, back to childhood. And ever since I''ve never felt the need to love
another girl. Even today, she is still that one specialdy who makes my world go round," Greg blurted
out his feelings. "I don''t know why Violet and I ended up like this. I lost my child, and Violet left me. I
admit that it was my fault to have let her go.
I should have made her stay, no matter what happened. I should have done better, by turning down all
the other women entirely and giving Violet my undivided affection. But I didn''t. It''s my fault. It is my
retribution that the woman who means everything to me left me. But no matter where she goes, she will
always have a home in my heart. That I promise."
Greatly, Lawrence was touched by Greg''s almost poetic profusion of love.
Even Mike was left speechless. After hearing Greg''s confession, he couldn''t find any reason to me
him. It was apparent that Greg was not responsible for what Violet had suffered. Greg was a man who
so deeply loved Violet. And by the fact that Violet too had married Greg in total disregard of Lawrence''s
fierce opposition, she must have loved Greg in equal measure, assumed Mike.
"Why did youe to me?" Lawrence asked after a long pause.
"Violet has been in Hong Kong for a long time, so I just wanted to know how she''s doing," Greg replied
in a low, soft voice.
"She is good. My Mom takes good care of her," Lawrence answered, thinking it unnecessary to reveal
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more than that.
Easily, Mike could read the concerned expression on Greg''s face. "Don''t worry about Violet. She is very
good. Now she lives with her parents. I bet she must be happy there," he assured.
Hearing Lawrence''s and Mike''s words, Greg nodded, feeling much relieved. As long as his wife was
happy wherever she was, he''d be a man at peace, even if she was not here with him.
"When ... when is she likely toe back?" He inquired hesitantly, staring at Lawrence.
But Lawrence ignored the question and didn''t even bother to give him a look.
"I don''t know. Perhaps she''ll be back with Uncle Jackson and Aunt Cherry," Mike answered when he
noticed that Lawrence had no intention of answering Greg''s question. "Violet lives in a vi with her
parents and leads afortable life. I''m sure she is happy to be with her family."
Nodding with understanding, Greg appreciated. "I''m d to know that she leads a happy life," he said,
heaving a long breath of relief.
"You can leave now," Lawrence coldly ordered Greg.
Noting that Lawrence nudged Greg to leave, Mike attempted to persuade his friend to change his mind.
"Gentlemen, how about we three sit down and have a drink together? We could even have a little talk,"
he offered.
Although he knew that Mike spoke in his favor, Greg was also aware of Lawrence''s temper. So he
stood up and looked at Mike, sternly putting in, "Only on condition that you have something very
important to discuss. Otherwise, I''ll leave right away."
Then he shifted his gaze to Lawrence. "Lawrence, if possible, please tell Violet that I miss her very
much, I hope she''ll take care of herself and find happiness and peace. It''s all I wish for her," he
pleaded.
With that Greg turned around and left the private room.
There were only Mike and Lawrence in the room. Looking at the scowling expression on Lawrence''s
face, Mike knew that his friend must be in a foul mood.
"I have to go. I''ll take care of the guy, ording to your wishes," Mike excused himself and immediately
took leave of Lawrence and headed out.
Once he was left alone, Lawrence picked up a ss of wine on the tea table and downed it in a few
swigs.
Later on, as Lawrence leaned against the sofa, feeling slightly tipsy, he took out his phone and dialed
Violet''s number.
"Hello, Lawrence," Violet said tenderly from the other end of the line.
"Were you sleeping?" Lawrence asked softly.
"No, I wasn''t. I was watching TV with Mom. Dad hasn''te back from work yet. He has to work
overtime," Violet replied. "Why do you call at this odd hour? What''s up?"
"I met Greg tonight," Lawrence carefully broached the subject, fearing his mere mention of Greg''s
name might give her a terrible headache.
"I see," Violet responded after a long pause.
"He wanted you to know he wishes you happiness and he hopes you''re taking good care of yourself,"
Lawrence tried as much as possible to correctly paraphrase Greg''s own words.
But immediately he was done reporting for Violet cut the call in abruptly, without any response.
Frustrated, Lawrence threw his phone on the sofa, and sank into deep thought. ''She must be feeling
upset now. I can tell, she really loves this man and won''t let him go. So why did she leave him?''
Waking from his reverie, he figured it out. ''Violet''s love with Greg is unshakable. Especially after the
harrowing loss of their child, they seemed to have learned to cherish each other even more. Everyone
makes mistakes, young people in particr. But the painful experience had taught them better and just
as Greg said; his heart was with Violet. They have given each other their lifelongmitments. I''m
sure that they will get together sooner orter. I feel happy for Violet that she has found her happiness.
But when will I meet the right person?'' he contemted, a heavy sense of loneliness descending on
him like a secluded hermit.