Chapter 276 The Unwelcome Person Is You, Martin

Chapter 276 The Unwelcome Person Is You, Martin

Martin was, after all, the actual controlling shareholder of the Gonzalez Group, a person of status and influence.

Being yelled at and pushed by Aria like this in front of so many subordinates.

Where was he supposed to put his face?

Martin's expression instantly changed, as if covered by a layer of frost. He forcefully shook off Aria's hand that was grabbing his collar. "Mrs. Gonzalez, your daughter and I are still married. My father-in-law has passed away, so I should naturally pay my respects. Are you sure you want to cause trouble on the day your husband is being laid to rest?"

"Cause trouble? Who's really causing trouble here—you or me?" Aria was shaking with anger. She felt that it was this Martin who had ruined the Gonzalez family like this, who had caused her husband to end up like this.

Victoria's scalp was tingling from their argument.

She looked at Martin. Hadn't she told him not to come, to stay away today?

Yet he still came.

Did he think she wasn't suffering enough today?

Victoria didn't want to air their dirty laundry in front of outsiders and be talked about behind their backs.

Plus, today was the day Hayden was being laid to rest. She didn't want Hayden to leave this world in turmoil.

Victoria walked up to Aria, positioning herself in front of Martin, and said to Aria. "Mom, just let him pay his respects."

"Victoria, you're still taking his side?" Aria was shocked. "He's ruined the Gonzalez family like this, and you're still taking his side?"

Martin saw Victoria speaking up for him, and his expression immediately softened considerably.

The anger from the funeral home dissipated on its own.

Actually, he was easy to please—as long as she softened a bit, had a better temper, showed just a little more patience, he could calm himself down.

Victoria had her back to Martin and couldn't see the smile spreading across his face at all.

"Mom, today is the day Dad is being buried. Let's not fight. Let Dad leave in peace, okay? After today, we can talk about all this." Victoria's voice was full of exhaustion as she pleaded.

She didn't love him anymore. What was Martin to her? She simply didn't care anymore.

Hayden was dead, and her heart had died too.

She wasn't helping Martin now—she just didn't want the day of Hayden's burial to be ruined.

Hearing this, Aria calmed down too. She didn't want to cause a scene today either, and reluctantly nodded. "Let him lay the flowers and then make him leave immediately. Your father doesn't want to see him."

Martin was very unhappy with Aria's tone and attitude. His fists at his sides clenched involuntarily.

But thinking about the child in Victoria's belly, he couldn't fuss over these things.

Martin's clenched fists gradually loosened.

But what he didn't expect was that Victoria turned around and said to him coldly. "After you lay the flowers, please leave."

"Victoria..." Martin frowned. This was the attitude she was giving him?

He'd come all this way to pay his respects, not to watch her give him the cold shoulder.

Victoria thought he was going to argue with her again and interrupted with a frown. "I said today is not the day for arguing. Martin, I'll come find you myself. My father's matter won't end like this. You don't need to rush to settle old scores with me."

"I came to pay my respects to him, can't you at least be nicer to me?" Martin laughed bitterly.

Victoria sneered. "You're a murderer, and you still want me to smile at you?"

"I..."

Martin laughed in anger. Murderer—there was that label again, pinned on him. Who did he kill? Did he kill Hayden?

It was clearly Hayden who brought it on himself, insisting on falling off that balcony, wasn't it?

Martin suddenly felt like no matter what he said, he couldn't clear his name.

"Martin, if you're going to lay the flowers, hurry up. If not, then leave. Either way, my dad doesn't want to see you."

Faced with Victoria's cold words, Martin still forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and held the flowers.

Black smoke rose from the incense, and the wind kept blowing.

The smoke went straight into Martin's eyes, making them sting.

Martin held one end of the flowers with his fingers, but his eyes were fixed on the small mound of earth in front of him.

Hayden had died just like that. He died so mysteriously, and right in front of him.

Hayden had done this on purpose to set him up. Now, how was he supposed to prove his innocence?

How could he make Victoria believe him? Based on what he knew of Victoria, she wouldn't just let things go and have his child peacefully.

Their marriage was truly on the rocks.

The divorce cooling-off period was about to expire.

Thinking about all this made Martin feel very agitated.

He felt that Hayden, that old man, was too scheming. When he was young, he'd hit his father with a car and had the driver Sean set fire to his home.

His parents had died, and he'd nearly been burned to death too.

It was clearly Hayden who owed him, the Gonzalez family who owed him. Now even with a hundred mouths, he couldn't explain it clearly.

Martin held the flowers, bowed three times, and thought to himself. 'Hayden, you're dead, but you've really screwed me over'.

'A bad person like you won't have a good outcome even in your next life'.

'Be a good person in your next life'.

Victoria watched Martin's proud, solitary figure for a while, then looked away.

"Ms. Gonzalez, my condolences."

A gentle, refined voice suddenly appeared.

Victoria looked up to see Aaron in casual clothes, holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

"Mr. Hill, why did you come?" Victoria was quite surprised to see him.

Aaron said. "I saw the news in the media that Mr. Gonzalez had passed away, so I came to pay my respects."

Martin's hand froze as he was laying the flowers.

Was Aaron here too?

He turned around to see Victoria bowing to Aaron and thanking him.

How ridiculous—she could treat Aaron so well, but when she saw him, it was like looking at an enemy.

Aaron, holding the chrysanthemums, walked toward the mound.

Seeing Martin, Aaron smiled. "Mr. Collins is here too."

"My father-in-law passed away, shouldn't I be here?" Martin sneered.

Aaron didn't get angry.

Martin narrowed his eyes and paused. "But Mr. Hill, you just took over as president of the Hill Group—are you familiar with the business yet? Instead of being busy signing contracts and impressing your father, you came here, why? If it weren't for the Hill family heirs either dying or getting in car accidents, would a bastard like you ever get to step through the front door? I'd advise you to spend your energy where you should, so your father doesn't get disappointed in you and bring back another bastard to replace you."

"That's not for Mr. Collins to worry about." Aaron smiled gently.

Martin's punch had landed on cotton. He smiled and asked. "My father-in-law didn't seem to have any connection with you, and he doesn't need you to pay respects, does he?"

"Martin, that's enough! Guests are guests. Mr. Hill is my friend, and I won't allow you to make things difficult for him like this! Mr. Hill paying respects to my father—our whole family welcomes it." Victoria glared at Martin, then looked at Aria. "Mom, you welcome Mr. Hill, don't you?"

Aria nodded. "Of course. The one I don't welcome is you, Martin!"

Hearing this, Martin's eyes became sharp and ugly.

What was even more infuriating was that Victoria, that stupid woman, twisted the knife in his heart, chiming in. "Did you hear that? The person we really don't welcome isn't Mr. Hill—it's you, Martin!"