Chapter 153
Victoria told Martin to let go of her, but he wouldn't listen.
She could only frown and pry his fingers off her wrist one by one.
"I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?"
"Stop talking. I'm tired," Victoria said coldly, then headed for the master bedroom door.
Martin's voice came from behind her, "I'll sleep on the couch! You don't have to leave!"
Victoria stopped in her tracks.
"Victoria, I'm being this patient with you because of the baby in your belly! You better watch yourself!" Martin gave a cold laugh. She didn't want to hear his explanation?
Well, he didn't want to explain anymore either!
He turned and left the master bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Victoria felt so suffocated she could barely breathe. After washing up, she went back to bed.
A message popped up on her phone screen: [If you want to know about the mute boy, come find me at this place tomorrow morning at eight.]
Then an unfamiliar address appeared.
It was even in a different district.
Victoria's eyelids jumped. There was news about the mute boy?
She quickly dialed the anonymous number.
But it was turned off!
Who could it be that knew about the mute boy?
Victoria copied the phone number into the WhatsApp add friend box, using the search function, and found that this number wasn't registered on WhatsApp.
Could it be Aaron?
To confirm this guess, Victoria sent Aaron a WhatsApp message: [Mr. Hill, have you found out about the mute boy?]
In the living room on the couch.
Martin stayed up all night, smoking constantly.
His heart felt especially bitter.
His original intention was to take Victoria out to relax, to make her feel better.
But how did things get worse and worse?
Martin picked up his phone and removed Victoria's WhatsApp from his blacklist.
Last time when she went to the hospital for an abortion, he video-called her and she didn't answer. In a fit of anger, he put her on his blacklist.
If it were before, she would have asked him to remove her from it long ago.
But so much time had passed, and she hadn't mentioned it at all!
Martin wasn't someone without a temper. Facing Victoria's cold words, he really wanted to just leave in anger and go back to work.
But he thought about how they hadn't traveled together in such a long time.
Ever since Victoria pleaded for him and Martin entered the Gonzalez Group, he'd been busy with work, busy earning Hayden's approval!
Busy strengthening himself, busy with revenge. He hadn't spent time with Victoria in too long.
At first, she would act cute and ask him to put down work, even just for one day to be with her.
Martin would brush her off, and she would believe him.
Back then, he was confident. He felt that he and Victoria would last forever, no need to rush!
But now, he was discovering more and more that Victoria was becoming uncontrollable!
Victoria, who used to love him to the bone, was becoming more and more like a stranger.
Martin's temper calmed down on its own. Who told him to like her?
Who told her to be carrying his child?
He'd already given up so much. What was tolerating her little temper compared to that?
Martin smoked while picking up his phone, typing a message in the chat box and sending it to Victoria.
In the master bedroom.
Victoria couldn't sleep either, but it wasn't because of Martin. It was because Aaron hadn't replied to her message.
She didn't know if the anonymous number that just messaged her was Aaron or not.
A message popped up.
Aaron's message came: [Not yet. Ms. Gonzalez, work has been a bit busy lately, sorry.]
So it wasn't him!
A trace of disappointment flashed in Victoria's eyes. She quickly replied: [It's okay, Mr. Hill. Your work is important. I'm not in a hurry.]
[As soon as I have news, I'll tell you.]
[Okay. Thank you for the trouble, Mr. Hill.]
[You're welcome, Ms. Gonzalez.]
Looks like she'd have to make the trip tomorrow!
If Victoria had known what would happen tomorrow, she wouldn't have gone to that meeting even if it killed her!
But life has no "if I had known," only fate that's hard to resist.
A message popped up.
Victoria opened it and was surprised to see it was a WhatsApp from Martin.
Thinking she'd seen wrong, she remembered Martin had put her on his blacklist.
She rubbed her eyes, but saw the chat box showing: the other person is typing!
She hadn't seen wrong.
[Mia and I really aren't what you think. Just now my tone wasn't great, I apologize. Get some rest early. Tomorrow I'll take you to the places we went three years ago.]
[When you don't sleep well, stop overthinking. It's normal to have more thoughts during pregnancy. There's nothing wrong with you mentally.]
This was the first time Martin had backed down and tried to comfort Victoria since he proposed divorce and they'd been in a cold war for over a year.
When they first started dating, whenever she had the slightest mood swing, he could always notice and take care of it right away.
But Victoria felt nothing. She looked at the message blankly.
If it were before, she would have been overjoyed, would have examined it with a magnifying glass to find details proving he still liked her!
But not now, because she knew Martin was doing all this for the baby in her belly.
No, to torture her.
Victoria couldn't find words to reply. She had no energy left to argue.
As for revisiting old places, she wasn't looking forward to it at all.
And she wouldn't go anyway.
Tomorrow she had to keep this anonymous appointment!
All night long.
Victoria still couldn't sleep.
But now she could slowly accept it, no longer anxiously suffering.
She was like a fish near death, lying on the shallows, quietly waiting for her fate.
This suite had a great view. From the bay window, you could see stars in the night sky.
Tonight's stars were especially bright, especially bright.
Like tiny diamonds, embedded in every corner of the sky!
When she was little and Hayden was busy with work, Victoria would get bored alone and liked to lean against the railing at home like this, watching the stars.
Talking to the stars.
She wouldn't have much time to look at stars in the future, so she cherished it.
They say when people die, they become stars in the sky. Would she be like that too?
As soon as dawn broke, Victoria started washing up, getting ready, changing clothes.
Then she put on her black backpack, putting several bottles of painkillers and a water bottle inside.
Opening the master bedroom door, she saw Martin sleeping on the couch.
Wearing a gray shirt with three buttons undone, revealing his sexy collarbone and smooth skin.
His eyes were closed, his brows tightly furrowed. He must be having a nightmare.
But she didn't care anymore.
Victoria quietly closed the door and left.
She left the hotel while taking out her phone to navigate.
The address in the anonymous message was two hours away from here!
She called a car on her phone app.
As the taxi drove into increasingly remote areas and narrower roads.
Even the driver couldn't help complaining, "Where exactly are you going? This place is too remote. It's too dangerous for you to go alone. Why don't you go back?"