Chapter 266: Like a Moon About to Fall

Chapter 266: Like a Moon About to Fall

Only then did Victoria snap back to reality, remembering that her dying father was still lying on the ground.

She quickly turned around and ran over.

Aria sat on the ground, holding Hayden. Hayden's eyes were wide open.

The light in his eyes was like a moon about to fall from the sky.

Scattered, unable to focus anymore.

The cold wind blew past.

It lifted the corner of Hayden's clothes, the fabric fluttering sadly in the wind.

Hayden coughed, his shoulders jerking and trembling constantly.

Bright red blood gushed wildly from his nose, mouth, and eye sockets.

The back of Hayden's head was covered in bright red blood, staining his salt-and-pepper hair.

"Hayden, Hayden, what do we do? What do we do? Victoria, your father keeps throwing up blood, I can't stop it. Why can't I stop it?"

Aria's hands trembled as she tried to use her palms to cover Hayden's wounds that were bleeding like crazy.

This was clearly self-deception.

Such a large wound, like a bloody hole—how could it be stopped?

The main artery had already ruptured.

Blood flowed like water, gushing out like a fountain, terrifying and hopeless.

Aria's palms were also stained red with blood.

"Victoria, what do we do? What do we do?" Aria had never seen anything like this—a living person turning into a fountain of blood that couldn't be stopped.

Aria panicked, her lips trembling, and tears streaming down her face.

Hot tears dripped onto Hayden's blood-covered face.

Victoria knelt on the ground in a daze, reaching out to touch Hayden's body. She felt Hayden's body temperature slipping away bit by bit.

Like sand held in her hand—the tighter she tried to grip it, the faster it slipped away.

"Dad, Dad. Don't close your eyes. Look at me, look at me. Mom is here too." Victoria held back her tears, but the pain still surged through her voice.

Spreading outward from her heart.

Hayden struggled to keep his eyelids open, fighting to keep them from closing.

"Doctor! Call a doctor! Quick, get a doctor to save my dad!" Only then did Victoria react, and shout.

After looking around, Victoria cast her helpless gaze on Martin, who was standing nearby with a tense face.

Victoria crawled toward Martin.

Yes, crawled.

Step by step she crawled over, lost and without dignity.

Her palms were covered with Hayden's blood, leaving bloody prints on the ground and on her white down jacket, looking shocking.

Martin looked at her expressionlessly, his face showing mixed emotions.

Hayden was his enemy. By rights, his enemy's death was what he most wanted to see.

This was the enemy's punishment.

In Martin's memory, Victoria had always been proud and cared deeply for her dignity.

She said that even if she wasn't a man, she had a strong character, and her knees were worth their weight in gold.

He knew Victoria's life motto was: heads can be cut off, blood can be spilled, but pride must never be lost lost.

She would kneel to heaven, earth, and parents.

But never to anyone else.

He remembered that to force Victoria to divorce, he deliberately picked fights and argued with her.

Deliberately moved away.

Gave her the cold shoulder for a year.

During that year, he never appeared once, never contacted Victoria once.

But she had always maintained a high posture, proud and superior.

Until Hayden got into a car accident—only then did she truly lower her head to him.

Kneeling downstairs at the Gonzalez Group, on a snowy day no less.

But even that day, Victoria's back remained straight.

Not like Victoria now, her ten fingers pressed against the ground, crawling like a dog, desperately crawling to him.

Crawling to his straight pant legs.

"Martin, Martin. I don't blame you anymore, everything just now was my fault, my fault. Call a doctor, call a doctor, Martin." Victoria's small face was covered with tears.

Her voice was trembling.

She wiped her face with her fingers.

Blood smeared across her cheeks, making her look both miserable and tragically beautiful.

"Victoria, you're Ms. Gonzalez, who told you to kneel?" Martin was very angry. How could she have no self-respect?

He couldn't accept it.

The once high and mighty young lady had completely lost that proud bearing.

He looked down on this Victoria.

"Get up! Victoria, get up!" Martin flew into a rage, grabbing Victoria's arm with one hand.

Surprise flashed in his eyes.

Even wearing a down jacket, her arm was so thin!

So skinny!

Martin roughly pulled her up.

Did she know she was his wife? His wife—how could she kneel to anyone, how could she be so humble?

Even if it was to get him to save her father, she shouldn't use this method.

Couldn't she just ask nicely?

Was he a devil that she had to beg him like this?

Martin suddenly wanted equal communication. This kneeling, begging, groveling—he hated it, he didn't want this.

How could Victoria dare to get up?

How could she get up?

Her father was dying, how could she get up?

Victoria knelt on the ground, refusing to rise, her fingers gripping his arm. She cried and pleaded: "Martin, don't be so heartless. He's my father, he's your father-in-law. He's your father-in-law. Without him, there would be no you. Don't you remember? He paid your high school tuition. He was good to you too."

"Victoria Gonzalez, I told you to get up!" Martin was furious.

Victoria shook off Martin's hand and kowtowed to him, again and again, her forehead turning bright red.

She seemed to feel no pain, frantically apologizing and kowtowing: "Martin, save my dad, save my dad. I only have my mom and dad left, I only have my mom and dad. Nothing can happen to them."

"Martin, today is New Year's Eve. Today is New Year's Eve, please don't do this, okay? Please don't do this! I'm begging you, I'll have children, I'll have children. I'll take medicine too, I'll be obedient, I'll listen to you from now on. Make a call, get a doctor to save him, okay?"

"Martin, if something happens to my dad, if he's gone, I'll hate you. I really will hate you. I'll go crazy, I'll break down. I'm your wife, I'm your wife, have some pity on me, Martin, Martin, say something."

Seeing him stay silent, Victoria looked up angrily, her fists pounding on Martin's legs again and again, shaking his legs constantly, pleading.

Seeing Victoria so humble, Hayden felt a lump in his chest that wouldn't go away.

Hayden called out excitedly, reaching out to pull Victoria. He wanted Victoria to stop begging Martin. He wasn't afraid of death.

Everything happening now was what he had asked for, what he had planned.

As long as Victoria was safe, well, carefree, healthy, and living smoothly—this was a father's most helpless, most profound love for his daughter.