Chapter 132
When Martin pushed open the master bedroom door.
A flash of surprise and shock crossed his eyes.
The master bedroom floor was covered with scattered books and broken pieces of decorations.
Victoria was crawling on the ground in a twisted manner, and suddenly she spat a mouthful of blood onto Martin's black velvet robe. The blood was shockingly red!
"Victoria, what's wrong?" Martin completely panicked.
Victoria's fingers clutched desperately at the hem of his robe, begging, "Martin, medicine, please help me find some painkillers."
"Where are the painkillers?" Martin asked urgently.
Victoria thought for a moment and suddenly remembered her handbag was in the walk-in closet.
She told Martin, and he quickly picked her up and carried her to the walk-in closet.
Holding her body, she kept searching through things.
Cold sweat slid down her cheeks.
Victoria finally found the black handbag in the corner of the walk-in closet.
Her trembling fingers tried to pull open the zipper of the black handbag, but she was in so much pain that her fingers kept shaking and she couldn't use any strength.
Martin helped her open it and took out an unlabeled white plastic medicine bottle from the bag, unscrewed it, and handed it to her.
Victoria poured out more than half the bottle, then swallowed them dry right in front of Martin!
Martin watched in shock - so many pills, swallowed all at once?
But even after taking more than half the bottle, there was still no effect.
In the end, Victoria took the entire bottle.
A few minutes later, she finally recovered a bit.
The root of her tongue had been numbed by the bitter pills, and even swallowing saliva tasted bitter.
Victoria wiped her tears and looked at Martin, who hadn't recovered from the shock, with red-rimmed eyes. "Martin, I really do have late-stage liver cancer. I just took so many painkillers - don't you believe me now?"
Martin was a bit dazed, pressing his lips together, his mind in chaos, not knowing what to say.
He carried Victoria to the guest bedroom, placed her on the bed, first carefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, then covered her with a blanket, and stood up expressionlessly. "Get some rest. Kaida will come take care of you tomorrow."
"Martin, I'm really sick, I really can't have this baby!"
"Martin, believe me! I wouldn't lie to you. I might lie to everyone else, but I would never lie to you!"
"If you don't believe me, we can go to the hospital for another check-up! Doctors don't lie!"
Victoria sobbed, clutching Martin's wrist, crying in despair. "We're husband and wife, Martin. Believe me this time, just this once! I don't have much time left by your side!"
"Be good to me, okay? I'm already in so much pain, so much suffering, Martin! I want to stay with you for a few more days. After this, you really won't see me anymore, Martin!"
Martin turned to look at her, not saying a word the whole time.
Just his eyes showed many emotions, a complexity that Victoria couldn't understand at all.
He wiped her tears but still only said one thing, "It's late, get some rest."
Then Martin pried her fingers off his wrist and finally walked out of the guest bedroom, closing the door.
Victoria's tears fell like rain, her heart aching so much she could barely breathe!
So even after she vomited blood in front of him and took so many painkillers, he remained unmoved!
He still didn't believe her!
Martin left the guest bedroom and didn't sleep all night.
He smoked on the living room sofa the entire night.
Rather than saying he didn't want to believe Victoria had a terminal illness, it was more accurate to say he didn't dare believe it!
Martin didn't dare imagine what kind of reaction he would have if she really had a terminal illness!
She hadn't finished paying her debt yet - how could she possibly have a terminal illness?
Victoria had to live a long life, live to be tortured by him, live to bear his children, live to suffer just like him.
But just now, Victoria had actually vomited blood right in front of him!
And forcibly swallowed so many pills!
Her pain, her despair - it didn't look fake.
Martin watched as the sky outside the window gradually changed from pitch black night to the first light of dawn.
He couldn't keep avoiding this.
Whether it was real or fake, he could find out by checking.
Martin stubbed out his cigarette, then went to the walk-in closet, found the black handbag, took the unlabeled plastic medicine bottle, and put it in his pocket.
Then he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Pregnant women should eat light food, so he skillfully cooked a pot of porridge.
When Victoria woke up, she washed up and came out of the guest bedroom.
She saw that the ashtray on the living room table was piled high with cigarette butts, some still smoking slightly.
Clearly, Martin hadn't slept all night.
She looked around and saw Martin busy in the kitchen.
Last night, she hadn't slept either, thinking about many things, mostly old memories.
Martin came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, carrying two bowls of porridge. He placed one in front of Victoria and one for himself. "After you eat, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up!"
Victoria thought she had heard wrong - he was actually willing to take her for a check-up?
This meant Martin still cared about her, that he didn't hate her as much as he said!
A bit of warmth entered Victoria's bitter heart.
"Why are you just standing there? Eat."
Martin said impatiently, then went to the kitchen to get some side dishes.
Victoria held the spoon, eating the porridge spoonful by spoonful. This was her favorite porridge, not because it tasted particularly good, but because Martin had made it himself.
When they first started dating, he had taken care of all her meals. Thinking about it now, she still found it beautiful, worth savoring again and again.
"Martin, thank you for being willing to compromise." Victoria finished the bowl of porridge and spoke, pressing her lips together.
His hand reaching for a napkin paused. "Victoria, you better not lie to me. You know what happens when you lie to me!"
"If you're worried this hospital isn't accurate, we can go to another hospital you trust." Victoria suggested.
The hospital Martin took her to was another private hospital under his name.
He called the director Terry to personally give Victoria a full body examination. Terry nodded respectfully, then took Victoria for blood work, personally handling every test.
The full body examination took the entire morning.
Martin didn't go anywhere, personally waiting at the hospital for the results, which Terry had rushed.
Victoria didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably uneasy and anxious. Sitting in the chair, her fingers twisted restlessly.
"Don't worry, this hospital belongs to Mr. Collins. No one would dare tamper with anything!" Brian handed her a cup of warm water and comforted her.
Victoria thanked him, then took it and held it in her hands. Her eyelids kept twitching - she felt something bad was going to happen!
But she didn't know what.
Martin took Victoria back. Before leaving, he gave Terry the unlabeled bottle of pills Victoria had taken and asked him to quickly test what kind of medicine it was.
As soon as Martin left, Terry called Mia, "Mia, we haven't seen each other in a long time. How about you come to my place tonight?"