His Son, Her Photo, My Turn Chapter 13

His Son, Her Photo, My Turn Chapter 13

The next morning, at the Vance estate.

Valerie sat on the living room sofa staring blankly at the television screen, acutely aware of her mother: intense, unblinking gaze. Eventually, feeling entirely uncomfortable, she switched off the display and turned around.

“Mom, is there something you want to say to me?

Mrs. Vance hesitated for a long time before finally finding her voice. “I heard you called the police on Jonathan? And that social media post… what on earth is going on? Did you really divorce him? Are you actually marrying Gavin Garrison?”

The online announcement had thoroughly shocked Mrs. Vance. Valerie and Jonathan had been together for so long; she couldn’t fathom how everything had unraveled so dramatically overnight

“I filed the report, but he has deep connections, so he managed to avoid a cell,” Valerie said, a cold, dangerous glint flashing through her eyes. “The fact that I didn’t demand his and Lily’s lives for what they did to Summer is already a mercy.”

“Was Summer’s arm truly torn off by beasts? How could Jonathan be so reckless and cruel?” Mrs. Vance sighed heavily. “We watched that boy grow up. You two were married…”

“Mom, we are divorced,” Valerie cut her off firmly. “My husband is Gavin Garrison now. He’ll be arriving shortly, so please ensure you don’t say anything inappropriate.”

“I still don’t understand! Even if you legally separated from Jonathan, how could you turn around and immediately marry another man? You and Gavin have barely interacted a handful of times. I

had no idea you two even had a relationship!”

Valerie fell silent. Naturally, her mother wouldn’t understand. If she hadn’t endured those thirty

agonizing years in that parallel timeline during her coma, she wouldn’t have known about Gavin’s silent, unyielding devotion to her either.

In that alternate past, after the Vance family collapsed into bankruptcy, Gavin had stepped forward

and proposed to her. But she had foolishly rejected him, clinging to the delusional hope that

Jonathan would eventually realize her worth and return to her. Despite her rejection, Gavin had

never abandoned her, protecting her from the shadows until the day she jumped.

When her soul had lingered in the air above her broken body, Gavin was the only person who came

to claim her remains and give her a dignified burial. Only then did she comprehend who had truly loved her all along.

Having been granted a clean slate, she refused to let a man like Gavin slip away again.

Ma’am, Mr. Garrison has arrived,” the housekeeper announced, breaking her train of thought

Valerie looked up to see Gavin standing at the entrance He looked exceptionally dashing and refined, standing tall with a composed demeanor Behind him, several assistants carried an abundance of beautifully wrapped gifts

“You must be Gaviti Please, come in and sit down,” Mrs. Vance said, quickly rising to welcome him with the utmost respect, knowing his immense status in the city.

Gavin offered a warm, gentle smile. “Thank you, Mom. Please, take a seat.”

“I wasn’t sure what you liked best, so I brought a bit of everything. I hope it’s a good start.”

“Mom?” Hearing the term flow so naturally from his lips left Mrs. Vance slightly caught off guard

“Of course,” Valerie said, walking over to loop her arm through Gavin’s. “We’re legally married, so it’s only right he addresses you that way. Also, did you call these simple items?”

The gifts included massive pure gold bars, rare imperial jade bracelets, and matching designer necklaces, alongside rare traditional tonics and supplements. Every single piece was worth a

fortune.

From her memories of the alternate reality, Valerie knew Gavin was extraordinarily wealthy, but she hadn’t anticipated this level of extravagance. He was incredibly generous.

Gavin chuckled softly. “They are merely tokens of my respect, and respect cannot be measured by a

price tag.”

“Please, let’s sit down,” Mrs. Vance urged, gesturing toward the armchairs. The three of them began discussing the formal wedding details.

Since it was her second marriage, Valerie preferred a quiet, intimate ceremony followed by an extended vacation to naturally develop their bond. But Gavin refused to let her settle, insisting on throwing a grand celebration.

“I have arranged a ten-million-dollar bridal gift, four luxury estates, four vehicles, and a bespoke collection of fine jewelry. Please let me know if there are any additional requirements, Mom.”

“Ten million dollars?” Mrs. Vance gasped, waving her hands frantically. “Gavin, that is far too

much.”

“It is a reflection of my commitment.”

“Then we will leave it in your hands,” Valerie said. Seeing his absolute sincerity, she stopped

arguing and let him have his way.