Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 90

"Mr. Hiram, I discovered that Robin Leng and his gang were behind this plot, so I hired a bunch of thugs to deal with them. The matter has been properly handled, " Chad Rong said, finally breaking the silence.

Though he had handled the matter, he hadn't gotten the chance to report it to Hiram.

The century-old family enterprise owned by Hiram's family had inevitably made many enemies during its development. At times, some of their more desperate enemies, such as Jay and Robin, would rise and make aggressive moves against them.

But such things were no big deal to Hiram and his family.

Hiram wordlessly continued drinking his glass of wine while enjoying the beautiful view of the sea, as if he hadn't heard Chad. Every time he finished a glass of wine, he poured himself more and drank again. He had been continuously drinking wine the whole morning.

"Ah, Mr. Hiram, your mother has been trying to reach you on the phone. Would you like to call her back?"

Chad asked, seeing that Hiram hadn't replied.

He had to let Hiram know these things even if Hiram didn't respond.

Hiram's family was a big and complicated family that thrived on its enormous and century-old family enterprise. Although Hiram was averse to employing his relatives who were born with silver spoons in their mouths, he selected some of his talented and capable relatives to enter the Streams Company.

Among them were Carl and Chad.

Hiram finished his drink and, out of the blue, asked, "Chad, tell me. Are all women ungrateful?"

"Huh?" Chad answered in astonishment. He was surprised by Hiram's sudden question. A few seconds later, he said, "Not exactly, there are still many gentle and considerate women."

His girlfriend was such a woman. She was much better than those short-tempered women. She never fought with him, and was always gentle with him.

However, Hiram was living in a different environment from him.

As Hiram's family was very popular in H city, he had been surrounded by women since he was a little child. And more and more women began to gather around Hiram as he grew up. Maybe outsiders couldn't understand why Hiram couldn't find the right woman, but Chad could.

Hiram seldom dated someone. And even when he did, the relationship wouldn't last long.

The women who could remain by his side were either easy to get along with, or capable of working efficiently for him.

"Really? Why do I feel she is ungrateful no matter how kindly I have treated her?" Hiram asked, before refilling his glass with wine again.

It was the first time.

It was the first time he had been nice to a woman outside of his family. It was the first time he had begun to control his temper and tolerate a woman. It was also the first time he had learned to fulfill a woman's requests.

He thought that after everything he had done for her, they would be able to weather the storm of the divorce incident together.

He hadn't meant for it to happen in the first place.

In the beginning, he had married Rachel just to appease his parents, but he had never thought that he would live the rest of his life with her.

But weren't the things he had done for her afterwards enough to prove his heart?

"Mr. Hiram, there's a simple solution to this problem. If you've fought with her, you should patiently calm her down and make her smile. Women will listen only when you talk softly. If she is still mad at you, it just means that you have to work harder. Everything will be fine once her anger is gone, "

Chad advised. Even though Hiram had high IQ and EQ and knew women very well, he was inexperienced in handling such matters.

Hiram knew very well that Rachel was not an unreasonable woman. She was clever most of the time and seldom caused trouble for him.

In fact, she was unlike any other woman. During the one month with Hiram, she rarely bought luxuries even though she could afford them.

Hiram knew that Rachel didn't care about money.

The only weakness Rachel had was that she was proud.

After a while, Chad got a call. Holding his phone, he walked to Hiram and said, "Mr. Hiram, it's Carl. He wants to speak to you. What should I say?"

Hiram held his hand out and Chad immediately gave the phone to him.

"What is it?" Hiram asked in an absentminded way, shaking his wine glass side to side gently. His shaking caused ripples in the wine, like waves in the sea.

"Cousin? You finally answered the phone. I've found out that Rachel stayed at home for 3 days, and then went straight to find a studio on the fourth day. Also, she got a call from overseas 3 days ago, "

Carl said. Now that Hiram had answered the phone, Carl felt relieved. He could finally sleep well at night.

Ever since Hiram suddenly cut off all contact with his family, Carl had been desperately trying to get in touch with him.

Since everybody in the family knew that Carl was close to Hiram, they had all naturally turned to him for answers when Hiram disappeared.

Hiram, however, felt indifferent hearing Carl's words, and continued staring at the view outside the window. He already knew everything Carl was telling him. Although Luke enjoyed gossiping about him, he was definitely clever enough to know when to talk.

So, the only person who would call Rachel from overseas was Lydia.

That reckless girl had almost driven Hiram up the wall. However, Hiram couldn't take his anger out on her since she was abroad. Besides, even if he did go abroad to lash out at Lydia, It wouldn't solve anything, And Rachel would never forgive him.

Hiram threw the phone back to Chad and continued enjoying the view and his wine.

However, what really made him regret was that

He shouldn't have forced Rachel to have sex with him like that.

H City.

A few days later, after Fannie's injury had improved a little, the doctor suggested that Rachel take her mother home to nurse her back to health. Rachel wanted to take her mother home directly, But Fannie insisted on going back to their old house in XH village.

She told Rachel that the apartment she lived in wasn't convenient for a wounded woman. If she went back to XH village, she could walk around on crutches after a month of recovery.

Unable to persuade her, Rachel decided to take Fannie back to their old house in XH village after all. And she had to admit, it wasn't a bad idea. The air in the village was better than the air in the city, which was good for the recovery of a patient.

On the day they were preparing to go back, Rachel called Carl and asked him to give them a ride.

It wasn't because Rachel couldn't find a car. She was afraid that Fannie would suspect a change in her relationship with Hiram. If Carl came over and gave them a ride, she could pretend that her relationship with Hiram was still as good as ever.

After all, she knew Fannie's temper well, and it wasn't the appropriate time to tell her about the divorce. If she got angry after hearing the news and hurt herself, things would become worse.

The two of them went to XH Village and stayed there for another half a month.

But as time went by, Fannie started noticing something strange. Although Rachel looked after her every day, she never phoned Hiram

Or even mentioned his name.

One afternoon, when Rachel was busy making lunch, Fannie couldn't hide her suspicions any longer. She said, "Rachel, stop right now. Sit down. I want to ask you some questions." Sitting in her wheelchair, Fannie looked at Rachel, who had just come back from the kitchen with some flour on her face.

Rachel wiped her hands on her apron and sat down. Although she had had to do many tiresome chores like washing, cooking and cleaning for the past few days, she felt very content.

"What is it?" Rachel asked, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Rachel, you're my daughter, but you're also Hiram's wife. Can Hiram stay alone while you're looking after me in this old house?" Fannie asked, carefully observing Rachel's face.

Although surprised by Fannie's sudden question, Rachel answered with a smile on her face. "Mom. You're my own mother and you're injured now. Who will look after you if I don't?

Hiram? He can't stop me from staying here with you. Even if he arranged someone to come and look after you, I would still feel worried."

Fannie pounded her fist on the table and shouted, "Tell me the truth!"