Chapter 272 Why Are You Still Answering His Calls?

Chapter 272 Why Are You Still Answering His Calls?

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

Martin held his phone and looked up.

Huge fireworks bloomed in the sky above his head, bursting into enormous and brilliant bouquets, then gradually fading into the pitch-black night sky and falling.
Then countless more exploded, one after another, without end.

Over and over again, endlessly.

Firecrackers suddenly went off.

The New Year had arrived.

Martin’s fingers were numb from the cold as he gripped the phone.
The call was automatically disconnected by the system when no one answered.

The cheerful laughter of a group of children drifted over.

Martin turned around at the sound.

At the entrance of the neighboring villa, a little girl with pigtails, wearing a fluffy princess dress, was playing with sparklers with a little boy.

They were wishing each other Happy New Year and prosperity.

Martin's mind wandered. When Victoria gave birth to the baby in her belly, their child would be cute too.

A newlywed couple passed by Martin, the husband with his arm around his wife.

The wife nestled in her husband's arms, kissing without a care in the world.

Martin felt dazed for a moment. He and Victoria had once been this affectionate too.

When they first got married.

She used to cling to him just like this woman clung to her husband.

Eventually the fireworks ended, and the newlyweds left.

That street was left with only Martin, all alone.

It's lonely at the top—isolated and desolate. That was probably people like him.

Everyone else could have family reunions, but he was blocked outside the Gonzalez family by an iron gate, unable to enter even if he wanted to.

He dialed her number a second time.

The phone still went unanswered.

Martin didn't know if she was too heartbroken to see his incoming call.

Or if she deliberately didn't want to answer.

Martin couldn't stand Victoria treating him like this, like he was air, like he was invisible.

With his proud nature, if it were before, he would definitely force his way in, make Victoria give him a satisfactory answer, and make Victoria apologize to him.

He wanted Victoria to treasure him above all else, like before, with him in her eyes and heart.

But now Martin felt like they couldn't go back, that it had become a luxury.

He reached out his hand, wanting to knock on the gate.

His fingers had just touched the large iron gate when a chill seeped through the ornate ironwork into his long, pale fingertips.

Hayden had just died. He was Victoria's most important family member, and he died on New Year's Eve.

Would she be angry if he disturbed her like this?

Martin suddenly lost the courage to force his way in, lost that debt-collecting mentality he used to have.

His fingers gradually curled up.

He finally returned to his car across the street, smoking all night gloomily in the car, watching the falling snow all night.

Martin took out his phone and called Brian, telling him to quickly book a ticket back and come to the Gonzalez family the next day to help out and see what could be done.

When Brian received the call, he was eating a reunion dinner, the whole family laughing happily while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Martin heard the happy laughter of the Scott family on the phone, and his heart felt like it was being stabbed by countless needles.

He hung up the phone awkwardly and hastily.

So he wasn't a robot who didn't need family or care from others after all.

No matter how much work could numb him, when it really came to moments like this, he would still feel lonely.

Martin looked through the car window, his fingers stained with smoke.

The fireworks had lasted a full half hour and were now finished.

There were a few stars in the sky, flickering bright and dim.

Martin remembered his mother once told him that after people die, they become stars in the sky.

"Dad, Mom, Happy New Year. Are you doing well in heaven?" Martin murmured in his heart, looking at the stars in the sky. "Our enemy Hayden died today. You should be very happy, right? But your son isn't happy at all. In fact, he's worried his family is falling apart."

The Gonzalez Villa.

Victoria was carefully changing Hayden into his burial garment.

This was what Aria had just gone out to buy.

How ridiculous. She had thought the burial garment would be for her to wear.

But Hayden had gone before her.

After the body cooled, the limbs became stiff, making it difficult to put on clothes.

Victoria and Aria worked together, one putting on the clothes, the other buttoning them.

"Victoria, Mom was wrong just now. I shouldn't have hit you, and I shouldn't have yelled at you. What Mom said just now was thoughtless. Don't blame Mom." Aria smoothed out the wrinkles in her husband's burial garment, her nose tingling.

Tears fell onto the burial garment.

"I thought when your dad woke up, our hard times would be over. I was even planning to take you to the temple to burn incense and get rid of our bad luck." Aria held back her sobs.

Victoria was very calm, her hands not stopping as she buttoned the garment. "Mom, I'm not that petty. I won't be angry with you."

"Martin is too cruel, too cruel! No matter what, he's your husband, and your dad was his father-in-law. How could he bring himself to do it? Your dad treated him so well, we all know that. What grudge, what hatred could there be? To do this." Aria's tears kept falling.

Victoria felt suffocated hearing these words.

Aria still didn't know that Hayden owed Martin two lives. It was better she didn't know.

There was no need for her to know anymore.

Hatred had already caused too many people to lose their peace. There was no need for Aria to get involved in this mess.

Aria seemed to think of something and blamed herself again. "It's all my fault. You warned me not to tell your dad about how badly Martin treated you. If I hadn't said those things, your dad wouldn't have stood up for you and argued with Martin. But I couldn't help it. My heart was too bitter. If I didn't say it, I felt terrible."

"Mom, bad people who want to do bad things will always find ways and reasons. It's not your fault." Victoria's tone was gentle.

The buttons on Hayden's clothes were difficult to fasten. After she finished, her fingertips were red and painful, but she could still bear it.

"Your dad never liked crying when he was alive. I won't cry, I can't cry. Your dad will come back tonight. Maybe he's watching us right now. If we're sad and cry, he won't be able to leave. You're right—he was in so much pain while alive, and now he's free. We should be happy and send him off with smiles." Aria wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

The phone suddenly rang loudly.

Victoria walked over and picked up the phone from the glass table.

There were several missed calls on the phone.

She saw the name flashing on the phone screen.

She hesitated for half a second, then swiped to answer and put the phone to her ear. "Hello."

"Is that Martin calling?" Aria looked at Victoria emotionally and asked, "He hurt your dad like this, and you're still answering his calls? Hang up!"