Chapter 203
Victoria pressed her lips together, about to speak.
The hospital room door was suddenly pushed open.
Both Victoria and Aria looked over.
Martin wore a black suit, perfectly tailored and fitted.
Though it was a simple style, on him it was particularly eye-catching.
He strode in on his long legs wrapped in black dress pants, his face cold and stern, entering the hospital room.
Victoria sadly realized that even though Martin was so cold and had done so many things to hurt her, she was still drawn to him at first sight.
His cold gaze met hers.
Victoria looked away first, staring at the tips of his shoes.
When Aria saw Martin, perhaps because he had helped restore Hayden's treatment, she still had no kind expression for him.
Martin swept a glance around the hospital room, looked outside, and said to Victoria, "Wait for me outside."
"What do you want?" Victoria stared at him suspiciously, her eyes full of wariness.
They were clearly husband and wife, yet she spoke to him in this tone.
Martin's fingers at his side curved slightly. Thinking of the child in her belly, it hadn't been easy for them to get to this point.
"I won't say it twice. Wait for me outside." He frowned, his tone growing heavier.
Aria also urged Victoria to go out. She didn't believe Martin was a tiger who would eat her alive.
Victoria looked at Aria uneasily, then hesitantly walked out of the hospital room.
Martin waited until Victoria was completely outside before lowering his voice, looking at Aria coldly and sneering, "Advising Victoria to divorce? You think I can't hear?"
"Shouldn't she divorce you? You've done so many terrible things to her." Aria's expression didn't change, not guilty at all.
Martin snorted coldly, "That's because the Gonzalez family wronged me first."
"What do you mean by that?"
Seeing Aria's confused look, Martin wasn't surprised.
Though Hayden was a piece of work, he was extremely good to his wife and daughter.
How could he possibly tell them about such murderous deeds?
Martin warned, "My meaning is simple. Victoria is pregnant with my child now. If I hear any more words that aren't good for our unity, don't blame me for turning hostile. I can bring your husband back from the dead, and I can also make sure he never wakes up, Mrs. Gonzalez."
Aria turned pale with anger, unable to curse him out.
She could only grit her teeth and shed tears.
Martin walked out of the hospital room. Victoria was about to go back in to check on Aria.
Her wrist was grabbed by him, "Come home with me."
"What did you say to my mom?" Victoria turned her head to glare at him.
Martin's grip on her wrist tightened, "Victoria, your dad hasn't woken up yet. If I were you, I'd behave and come home with me."
Another threat.
Another warning.
The oppression in Victoria's heart came crashing down like a tidal wave.
But no matter how upset or unwilling she was, she still obediently let him pull her away from the hospital.
Coming out of the hospital, the cold wind instantly hit Victoria's face.
She seemed to wake from a dream, blinking her dry eyes, shaking off his fingers that gripped her wrist.
Then she walked quickly toward the black Bentley parked by the roadside.
Martin followed with an ugly expression on his face.
They didn't go straight back to the apartment.
Martin, thinking about how Victoria had refused Aria's suggestion to divorce, was in a much better mood and drove around on the road.
Victoria didn't want to deal with him, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Suddenly the car stopped. Thinking they'd arrived at the apartment, she opened her eyes, only to see the car parked by the roadside.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and told her to get out.
Victoria wanted to refuse. Her sleep had been getting worse lately.
She had no energy at all and just wanted to go back and catch up on sleep.
But she understood his temper—he meant what he said. Knowing she couldn't go against him, she stopped arguing, obediently unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and got out.
Seeing that she wasn't talking back, Martin's lips curved up unconsciously.
The two crossed the street and entered a large shopping mall.
Victoria sneered. He was really sick, suddenly bringing her to shop at a mall. You should know that Martin used to be a workaholic who couldn't spare any time to be with her.
Now he could be with her, but everything had changed.
He stopped in front of a baby store.
After looking for a while, he was attracted by the sales clerk's pitch and went right in.
Victoria sighed and could only follow.
The sales clerk asked him how old their baby was, how many months, boy or girl.
Martin couldn't answer.
But he was very generous with his spending. Seeing the pink and tender little shoes for girls on the counter, tiger-head hats, blue little outfits.
Little hats for boys, Transformers.
And strollers.
Diapers.
Baby formula.
Baby carriages, anti-fall cribs for babies.
Whatever Martin liked, he bought.
Victoria said nothing, completely uninterested.
That's right, she thought he was acting.
Knowing she had cancer and the child couldn't possibly be born, yet here he was putting on such a performance.
Who was he trying to move?
He certainly wasn't moving her.
Martin was completely immersed in the world of cute baby products, patiently listening to the sales clerk's explanations and instructions for use.
Including essential parenting knowledge.
When he looked up enthusiastically at Victoria, wanting her to choose together with him, "What do you think of these? Our baby should like them, right?"
"I'm not her, how would I know." Victoria responded coldly and indifferently.
His enthusiasm, his beautiful vision for their future family of three, was completely extinguished by Victoria's cold words.
Didn't she know how much he valued this child?
She'd already taken so many benefits, already signed the contract—why couldn't she put some effort into the child?
Martin's hand holding the Transformer stiffened, "You're the mother. Choosing toys for them is your responsibility."
Victoria blinked. Her responsibility?
To pour salt on her wounds, he really would stop at nothing.
Making her personally choose baby products.
Actually, Martin wanted to cultivate her feelings for the child. Perhaps if she invested effort, she would, like him, look forward to the child's arrival.
Clearly, Victoria couldn't understand his expectations.
Victoria obediently let the sales clerk lead her to the formula section, explaining to her that there were high-priced and low-priced formulas.
The nutrition for children was different—expensive had its reasons.
Victoria expressionlessly picked the most expensive formula, the most expensive toys, and the most expensive baby stroller.
The sales clerk saw Martin watching Victoria intently from the side.
"Your husband is so good to you. You're so lucky to meet such a good husband." The sales clerk was very envious of Victoria.