My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 330 No Descendants is Guilty

Chapter 330 No Descendants is Guilty

Listening to those people's accusations and abuses against Morris, Vivian's heartstrings tightened and

she became sad along with Morris.

Even though Morris stood erect and indifferent, not caring about anything, Vivian's heart still ached.

"Grandma, | think this matter is a misunderstanding. Did someone else fake those pictures on the

internet?”

She raised a query.

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Hearing her voice, Morris faintly glanced sideways.

Silly girl, what brought her here?

Madame Cheal sat in her chair and snorted coldly, “The internet is full of videos, cant it still be fake?"

“Well, you are right, however, they got caught in the dressing room, it is definitely a false accusation.

There's no evidence, it's just those unscrupulous media writing blindly to cheat traffic.”

The internet was saying that the two of them had sex in the dressing room.

But everything was just one side of the story and there was no video at all as evidence.

This was a good point to break through.

Sensing Vivian's concern for Morris, Mike gave her a meaningful glance and nodded, "Well, what

Vivian said is reasonable.”

He echoed.

Vivian was surprised at Mike's reply, wondering what exactly Mike intended by choosing to side with

Morris now.

Perhaps Mike, who was as smart as he was, knew that all the people present were not good, and were

probably eyeing the position of CEO of the

Eonothem Group, so he chose to stand up for Morris in order to win the goodwill of Madame Cheal.

Because, as everyone knew, in the entire family, the one who was most beloved and favored by

Madame Cheal was Morris.

"Mike, you are wrong to say that. That clothing shop clerk has admitted it in front of the media, how can

it still be false?”

“As the head of the Eonothem Group, every move of Morris is monitored by the outside world.”

"Yes, it’s possible that the company will be ruined at his hands.”

"Mother, Morris has delayed getting married because he likes men, and since that's the case, if you

give him the Eonothem Group, who will inherit it in

the future? And who would want to talk business with a pervert?”

"Mother, for the sake of our family, it's better to find someone to take care of the Eonothem Group for

the time being and leave Morris alone to have introspection for a while.”

Everyone took the opportunity to ostracize Morris.

They had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

“Shut up, alt of you!"

Madame Cheal angrily slapped the table.

As it was in the ancestral hall of the Cheal family, everyone was standing, and only the old lady was

sitting alone in her chair.

She looked angrily at the crowd, and although she had gray hair, the years had made her more and

more calm and unruffled.

She was amiable in the usual days, but now she looked imposing.

At the sound of her rebuke, everyone fell silent and looked at Madame Cheal in silence, waiting for her

to say more.

She frowned, her muddy eyes glowing with a refined light gazing at Morris, “You tell me, what is going

on?"

Madame Cheal was biased towards Morris from the bottom of her heart.

She knew what these people were thinking, and naturally she knew that Vivian was the only one who

supported Morris, so she had deliberately called Vivian here.

Because there were things she could not say, she had to find someone to stand up for Morris.

And Vivian had never let her down.

As she waited for Morris’ answer, Vivian felt her heart leap into her throat, almost suffocating from the

tension.

She tucked her hands in the pockets of her trench coat and clenched her fists as she looked anxiously

at Morris’ magnificent back.

They were clearly together, but now Morris was left to carry all the pressure alone.

She blamed herself.

“I have nothing to say.”

Morris held his head high and gazed at the spirit throne of the ancestors of the Cheal family, seemingly

without a trace of remorse.

“So, you admit that you like men?"

Madame Cheal questioned again.

In her heart, she wished that the high-minded and arrogant Morris would teil a lie, or at least not let

these few people catch him in the act.

It was not that old lady was biased in favour of Morris, but as someone who had been there before, she

knew in her heart that

Morris was the only one in the large Cheal family who was capable enough and had the talent for

business to take the Cheal family farther and more brilliantly.

“Yes.”

Morris admitted without a second thought.

“Shameless.”

“Is liking men still considered something honorable?"

“Look, Mother, Morris has admitted it."

“What a wanton man, with your father and mother dead, do you think no one can control you

anymore?"

In the crowd, suddenly someone mentioned Morris’ mother and spoke rather harshly.

Morris who had just been calm and indifferent suddenly looked sideways, and his cold and clear gaze

shot straight at his Uncle

Maxim, Maxim Cheal, who was standing in the crowd, "Uncle Maxim, what did you say? I didn't hear

you clearty.”

He asked in a calm tone, his faint expression making it impossible to guess his emotions.

But Vivian knew that this was the calmness that preceded his anger.

Uncle Maxim thought he had got hald of Morris and became more and more reckless, snorting coldly, “I

am telling the truth.

Her words had clearty touched the sore point of Morris.

Morris’ fists clenched and his bones clicked together with such clarity that everyone in the hall could

feel his impending anger.

There were even people who could not wait for Morris to hurry up and make a move with Maxim.

“That's enough! Maxim, you're just a harsh talker, you're half a hundred years old and you can't keep

your mouth shut, can you? Or you don't even care about me?"

Without waiting for any further action from Morris, Madame Cheal immediately reprimanded Maxim,

side-stepping a tragedy.

“Mom, you're just being biased towards Morris." Maxim's wife muttered.

Madame Cheal swept a cold look towards her, not even bothering to pay her attention.

“Morris, it's the twenty-first century, I won't stop you from liking whoever you like, but you should have

children." She slapped = | her hand on the table again, "Do you understand this principle?” GG

Morris looked indifferent and did not say anything.

Madame Cheal continued, "I don't care how much you like that man, you can't bring him to the public.

And, you must find a woman as soon as possible and get married with her.”

“Mother, aren't you spoiling Morris too much? Things have gotten so bad, and that’s it?”

"Yeah, Simon, our mother is biased in favour of Morris.”

“He was engaged to Miss Lee, then he called off the engagement at the wedding, and now he's

revealing that he likes men. How shameless he is!"