Chapter 148 It turned out that she had a severe hemorrhage when giving birth to Emily !

Victoria's eyes were filled with despair.

She had experienced life and death, losing loved ones!

How could she not hate him?

How could she still share a bed with the man in front of her?

If she continued to be with him as well as coveted this wealth and glory, how could she face her deceased father, her brother in prison, and herself, who almost lost her life that night?

Under the crystal chandelier, Zachary gazed at her quietly.

After a while, he said very softly, "Let's talk about us later; I'll feed the child first."

His manner of preparing the formula was skillful and professional, showing no signs of unfamiliarity.

In fact, Zachary was looking forward to this child. Within the Sackler Corporation, there were courses on maternal and infant care, and as the CEO, he had attended for some time.

Even at the time when his relationship with Victoria was at its worst, he still looked forward to the child!

Zachary gently shook the milk he had prepared and picked up Emily .

Emily , smelling the milk, eagerly began to suckle, drinking the milk attentively.

Victoria stood under the light lonely.

She watched Zachary holding Emily . This scene used to be her fantasy, but now she only felt desolation. After Emily was full, she wet her diaper.

She obediently lay on the small crib. Zachary changed her pants, and after changing, her two little legs slowly stretched out and entered dreamland!

Her little face was peaceful, with chubby cheeks.

Zachary couldn't help but kiss her; at this moment, his heart was filled with paternal affection, and he felt willing to give Emily all the good things.

There was a knock at the door, and the maid softly asked, "Sir, the lactation consultant is here! Can I let her in now?" Zachary walked over to open the door.

The lactation consultant was from Sackler General Hospital, in her forties, and she was very experienced.

She seemed a bit awkward after seeing Zachary. "Mr.Zachary, where is Mrs.Victoria?"

Zachary took a step back. "In the bedroom, be gentle with her later; Victoria is a bit afraid of pain."

The lactation consultant nodded. "I understand, Zachary." Perhaps for fear of waking Emily , she stepped very lightly.

Zachary did not follow her in. He closed the bedroom door, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, and lit a cigarette; the smoke rose and was torn apart by the night wind, just like the look of confusion on Zachary's face!

The night was particularly quiet.

He heard Victoria's faint groans coming from the bedroom; she must have been in pain.

Those faint sounds were somewhat blurry, making him think of those passionate nights. But what stood out the most was their first night, her black hair spread all over the pillow, she felt painful but not dared to make a sound.

In fact, reflecting on their marriage, they did not share many enjoyable lovemaking experiences.

He often indulged in it and wanted to make love with her, while she could not bear it, crying and begging him to be gentle, or begging him to let her go.

After The Pritzker family fell, she was even more exhausted in dealing with him. He became more dominant; every time they had sex, he wanted her to respond. He liked her to hold his neck, calling his name mournfully; he liked that sense of control.

Zachary's slender fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly.

The night grew deeper.

After some time, the bedroom door opened from the inside; Zachary turned to extinguish the cigarette, hoarsely asking, "How is she doing?"

The lactation consultant approached, her voice lowered, "Victoria's milk has been expressed, but she is too thin. She has just experienced haemorrhage; she really needs to recuperate; she looks so weak!"

Zachary was stunned, saying,"haemorrhage?"

Without much thought, the lactation consultant said directly, "Didn't the obstetrician tell you? Mrs.Victoria suffered haemorrhage during childbirth. When she was brought to the hospital, the lower half of her body was covered in blood; even 2000 milliliters of blood transfusion was not enough!"

She, being a woman, could empathize. "It's a miracle that Mrs.Victoria survived! She can't handle any more stress now; otherwise, she could easily develop depression."

Zachary's throat rolled; after a while, he regained his senses and sent the person away.

When he returned to the bedroom, Victoria had put on her clothes, wrapped up tightly, looking like she was about to leave.

Zachary looked at her under the light and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Victoria did not deny it; she said, "I have things to do! I'll come back to see her in a few days. After I finish what I need to do, I'll take her with me!"

The light weaved white. Zachary's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse. "Your husband is here, your child is here. Where do you want to go? Victoria, where do you want to go?"

Husband! Child! Victoria didn't want to argue with him; she didn't have the strength to argue with him.

She just looked at him with a lonely gaze, softly asking, "Zachary, do you still think you are my husband? Don't you find it ridiculous? Have you forgotten the time you slapped me for Yara? Have you forgotten how you left for Yara despite my pleas, Zachary? Can you smell the blood in this room? That night, there was blood everywhere, blood flowing from under my body all the way to the stairs. Zachary, where were you, as my husband? Where were you then? You were busy grieving for Yara; you were busy feeling sorry for her; you probably never thought of me, risking my life to give birth to Emily !"

Zachary's face turned pale.

Victoria trembled her lips. "Zachary, you always say you love your daughter; you always say you want to be a father, but where were you when she was born? Where were you when she might not have been able to be born?"

She finished speaking but still wanted to leave.

Zachary, however, held her waist and pressed her at the end of the bed. Everything was done quietly; even if they argued fiercely, they restrained themselves from waking the child.

Victoria was pinned under him, unable to move. Zachary began to take off her coat and then her inner clothes until there was only a pair of close-fitting underwear left. He was completely stunned at that moment.

Victoria was wearing thick sanitary napkins. But at this moment, the sanitary napkin was soaked with blood; the bright red fresh blood seeped through her underwear, messily staining her snow-white thighs.

Zachary knew that it was normal for women to have lochia just after giving birth, but it was definitely not normal for Victoria to bleed so much.

He trembled as he touched her body, inch by inch.

Victoria slapped him. She had no strength, but due to anger, that crisp sound was deafening in the night, also turning Zachary's face aside.

He slowly turned back, meeting her reddened eyes. Zachary apologized in a low voice, and then he hugged her tightly, as if afraid that she would suddenly disappear, afraid of losing her suddenly.

In the quiet night, only his panting by her neck remained, along with Emily 's gentle and shallow breathing, infinitely sweet.

Victoria couldn't leave. Zachary took off her clothes and changed them into clean ones.

He knew she wanted to leave, so he held her with her face buried in her neck, murmuring, "Don't go out unless you don't want to live! I'll help you with what you want to do. Victoria, for Emily 's sake, let me make it up to you."

How could Victoria agree?

She struggled desperately, wanting to leave him and this house.

Zachary gave Victoria a sedative, and the thin needle pierced into her flesh. Tears filled Victoria's eyes, looking at him with disbelief. Her body slowly softened, falling onto the soft bed.

Zachary's heart ached; he leaned down to kiss her, murmuring, "Sleep well and listen to me! Let's talk about us when I come back!"

Victoria looked quietly at him, her eyes filled with despair and resentment.

Zachary knew she hated him. But he knew even more that if he let her continue to abuse her body, she would soon collapse, maybe even lose her life!

He held her frail body, painfully murmuring, "Victoria, are you punishing yourself or punishing me?"