Chapter 265 Martin Is Very Lonely and Needs Victoria to Warm Him Up

Chapter 265 Martin Is Very Lonely and Needs Victoria to Warm Him Up

Martin froze for a moment when he heard this.

So when he saved the Gonzalez family and ended up in the hospital, Brian hadn't lied—Victoria really did come to the hospital to bring him soup.

He just didn't know why he never received the soup Victoria brought, and why he never saw her either.

Whatever the reason, knowing that Victoria had come meant she cared about him.

She wasn't that cold-hearted after all.

The slap Victoria just gave him—he wasn't even angry about that anymore.

Hayden hitting him with a cane, trying to frame him—he wasn't angry about any of that anymore.

Martin suddenly felt that on this New Year's Day, there was finally something worth being happy about.

Aria swung her hand toward Victoria's face.

Martin thought Victoria was really quite stupid—Aria was hitting her, and she just stood there like an idiot, not even trying to dodge.

The slap was about to land on Victoria's face.

Victoria suddenly saw a figure flash before her eyes.

When she could see clearly, she was stunned.

It was Martin, blocking her.

Martin quickly and firmly grabbed Aria's wrist. His grip was quite strong that Aria was completely immobilized.

"What gives you the right to hit her? What makes you think you're qualified to hit her? Don't you know that you're Victoria's burden? For you and Hayden, Victoria gave up her dignity, her very self-respect! She begged me to help bail out the Gonzalez family, to take care of you two in your old age!"

Martin exploded in anger: "She's Ms. Gonzalez, high and mighty, and she had never bowed her head to me before! For Hayden, she knelt outside the Gonzalez Group building in the snow, pleading for this old fool! To get money for Hayden's medical bills and make me soften, she was willing to hurt herself! Isn't that enough?"

Hayden lay on the ground, hearing about his daughter's sacrifices for him and the Gonzalez family. Tears of regret and heartache mixed with blood on his face.

Aria was already furious, and hearing Martin say this made her even angrier.

Aria glanced at Victoria behind Martin and laughed bitterly. "Oh, great, so you two are on the same side now, is that it? Think we've become your burden, huh?"

"Mom, that's not it." Victoria saw that Aria had misunderstood and quickly spoke up.

Aria laughed loudly. "One plays the good guy, one plays the bad guy—you two really know how to work together! Does he treat you like a human being? Does he treat you like a human being! And you're still stupid enough to side with him!"

Martin's face grew colder. Gripping Aria's wrist, he said through clenched teeth, "Victoria is my wife! No one has the right to hit her or even criticize her! Including you!"

Martin didn't know why he was suddenly defending Victoria like this.

He didn't want to see her misunderstood or bullied. He wanted to speak up for her.

Because she was the mother of his child.

Hearing Martin say this, Victoria was dazed for a moment.

If this were in the past, hearing him say this would have moved her, would have made her happy.

But now...

Victoria found it ironic.

Wife.

Had Martin ever treated her as his wife? He only saw her as a stepping stone for revenge, just a tool for his use.

His words sounded better than they were.

In reality, he wouldn't do a single thing that showed he loved her.

If he loved her, if he had ever considered her feelings.

Would he have let Mia hurt her like that?

If he loved her, would his phone be unreachable several times when she was in life-or-death situations?

If he loved her, would he push Hayden off the balcony, leaving her unable to rest in peace even in death!

Victoria exploded in anger, forcefully pushing Martin away and standing in front of Aria. She glared at him. "Martin, shut up! You have no right to talk to my mother like that! Anyone has the right to say they love me, except you Martin—you don't have that right!"

"Victoria, can't you tell right from wrong? Who am I speaking up for?" Martin was pushed by her, and the heart that had just warmed up, just heated up, instantly turned ice cold.

He was standing up for her.

Not only did she not appreciate it, but she pushed him away.

And yelled at him.

They were husband and wife.

How could he not have the right to speak up for her?

If he didn't have the right, then who did—was it Aaron?

Martin looked at Victoria, his gaze growing colder inch by inch.

He felt like he was in a frozen wasteland, so cold, so cold.

"Victoria, you've really disappointed me. If I'd known, I wouldn't have come for this reunion dinner." Martin's eyes reddened.

Looking hurt.

The reunion dinner never happened.

What should have been a family gathering on New Year's Eve had turned into this mess.

Wasn't the food good enough to eat alone? Wasn't being by himself better than wading into this mess?

God knows, he had prepared so much for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.

Brian had offered to help him prepare the gifts for the Gonzalez family.

But he didn't want to leave it to someone else.

He personally selected the gifts. Hayden liked antiques and calligraphy.

He found an ancient painting from one of the Eight Great Masters from his collection and wrapped it himself.

Aria was always trying to drive a wedge between them as husband and wife. He'd heard it many times—her urging Victoria to divorce him.

He wasn't someone who didn't hold grudges. He did care.

Given his cold nature, he didn't need to lower himself to please these guilty people.

But for Victoria, for the child in Victoria's belly.

He still personally selected a thousand-year ginseng and various health products to give to Aria.

Victoria used to love luxury goods, especially designer bags.

One of her bags could cost seven figures.

Before, Martin had thought she was wasteful, spending money like water.

He didn't have the means then to buy her such nice bags.

Now he was the CEO and chairman of the Gonzalez Group.

Whatever bags she liked, no matter how expensive or rare, he could get them for her.

Martin used to disdain pleasing Victoria, because Victoria would actively cling to him, giving him the illusion that she would never leave his sight, never change her heart.

Now when he wanted to put aside his pride and try to save their marriage, save their relationship.

She stood on the opposite side from him.

Once, when they were dating, he jokingly asked Victoria a question—if he treated her badly in the future, would she hate him and leave him.

Actually, he was already planning his revenge then.

Victoria smiled brightly, nestled in his arms, and said confidently, "How bad could you possibly be to me?"

He asked again, "What if I'm really, really bad to you. Could you bear it, could you not hate me?"

Victoria kissed his face and gently reassured him, "No. Victoria will always love Martin, no matter what happens."

Victoria will stay by Martin's side, with Martin.

Because Victoria believed that Martin needed her. Martin was lonely and needed warmth.

Even now, Martin remembered these words clearly. But he remembered—only he remembered.

The Victoria before him seemed to have truly changed.

"Hayden, Hayden, don't close your eyes! Please, don't close your eyes, look at me!"

Martin and Victoria's eyes met, and Aria's screams and wails reached their ears.