Chapter 171
Victoria instantly calmed down. She stopped struggling, stopped insisting, stopped being stubborn.
Every time Martin was unhappy, he would use Hayden to force her to give in.
Without exception.
Victoria thought she had gotten used to it long ago, but her heart still felt terribly blocked.
Seeing her obedience, Martin's anger gradually subsided.
Someone knocked on the apartment door.
Martin let go of her.
His phone rang.
He pressed the answer button, turned, and went downstairs, saying, "Mia—"
Victoria's eyelid twitched. Was Mia was calling him?
He just got back and was already going to see Mia?
Martin went downstairs while on the phone.
"Martin," Victoria called out. When would Hayden's medication be restored?
He didn't even acknowledge her and went straight downstairs.
Before Victoria could feel sad, she received a call from Aria.
On the phone, Aria sounded extremely anxious, "Victoria, have you seen Martin?"
"I've seen him." Victoria held her phone.
Aria asked in confusion, "Then why hasn't he restored the medication? Terry issued another critical condition notice for your father! If the medication isn't restored tonight, your father will really need a funeral! Didn't he say he would restore the medication after seeing you? Why is he going back on his word?"
Victoria was left speechless by Aria's questions!
Any explanation seemed so pale and powerless.
Aria had always been a woman well-protected by Hayden. She never had to deal with big problems—she only needed to enjoy Hayden's love and tolerance.
So when something happened to Hayden, Aria easily panicked and became frightened.
This was also why Victoria didn't want to tell her about her terminal illness—because Aria wasn't psychologically strong. If she told her, she would go crazy.
Aria's sobbing came through the phone, like a net tightly surrounding her.
Victoria could only suppress her sadness, comfort Aria, and lie that Martin had agreed to restore Hayden's treatment.
Then she hung up.
As heavy footsteps sounded, Victoria looked up, a flash of surprise in her eyes.
Martin had come back, carrying a takeout bag.
He sneered, "You lie without even blinking. When did I agree to continue his treatment?"
"What do you want before you'll continue treating my father?"
Victoria took a breath, forcing herself to stay calm. How ironic—she thought that by getting the shares, the cash, and Hayden's reserved medical funds, she could gain the upper hand.
Reality told her she could never beat Martin.
No wonder he was willing to sign that contract and give her so many benefits—this was why.
Martin ignored her, placed the takeout bag on the dining table, opened it, and took out several disposable food containers.
He put them on the table and opened them one by one.
"Eat." His voice was cold as frost, without a trace of warmth.
Victoria had no appetite and continued asking, "My father can't wait any longer, don't you know? How long are you going to stop his medication? The hospital has already issued a critical condition notice!"
She didn't know if Martin was doing it on purpose—the more anxious she was, the calmer he became.
Martin pushed the pregnancy meal in front of her.
He personally took out the utensils and placed them on the food container, "I told you to eat, Victoria. I don't want to say it a second time."
All he knew was that Victoria was carrying his child.
So he had to make sure she got proper nutrition.
Once the child was born, Victoria's attention would be completely on the child.
How ridiculous that such a good relationship had come to the point of needing a child to maintain it.
Victoria was so anxious she wanted to cry, but she couldn't anger Martin.
She could only obediently pull out a chair, sit down, pick up the utensils, and quickly stuff food into her mouth.
Useless tears fell frantically and helplessly.
Hayden's life hung in the balance, and she was here eating with him!
She couldn't refuse!
Victoria's throat felt like it was blocked with lead, so uncomfortable, so painful.
Martin watched her sob uncontrollably and pulled out a tissue, instinctively wanting to hand it to her.
But then he remembered how she had disappeared for Aaron and even lived with him for several days.
His expression turned gloomy again, and he crumpled the tissue in his hand, "Why are you crying? Wait until he's dead, then you can cry."
Hearing this, Victoria cried out loud.
She couldn't even swallow the food in her mouth.
Her liver hurt so much she could barely breathe, "Martin, he's your father-in-law! He made mistakes, and he's gotten his punishment! You married his most precious daughter, you treat me like this! I've accepted everything! What more do you want? Martin, you can't be so heartless! You can't be so extreme! Can't you put yourself in my shoes? If I treated you this way, if I used the same methods on you, could you handle it? You couldn't!"
"We agreed, didn't we? You torture me, but don't make things hard for my father! My father is old; he can't take your torment! You've already lost your parents; you should know what it feels like to lose both parents! Do you really want me to become like you, an orphan?"
Victoria cried and shouted, "I'm your wife! Martin, haven't I been good to you? Can't you be a little nicer to me? Do you even have a heart? Martin, do you even have a heart?"
"Shut up! Am I not good to you? Ungrateful wretch, you really are an ungrateful wretch who can never be tamed!" Martin glared at her, his eyes so vicious that it was like he wanted to tear her apart.
Just because she had challenged his bottom line again and again, he shouldn't forgive her so easily.
But he still couldn't bring himself to do it!
If not for his love, the Gonzalez family would be gone, Hayden would be dead, and Victoria would have been kicked out long ago. But Victoria was never satisfied, always wanting more.
He didn't dare think carefully about what happened between her and Aaron during those days they were alone.
Whether Aaron had touched her!
Thinking of this, Martin spoke without thinking, "Put away that crying face of yours, it disgusts me."
Victoria laughed bitterly. She was this sad, this heartbroken, and all she got was him saying she disgusted him?
How ironic.
Victoria wiped her tears and ate big mouthfuls of food, forcing herself to swallow, "Fine, go ahead and kill him. If you kill him, I don't want to live either. Living this kind of life with you is worse than death. I take back what I just said. I won't hope anymore, and I won't beg you anymore."
Since destruction was the inevitable ending, she might as well accept it calmly.
Let mutual destruction come more fiercely.
"Martin, if you're going to do it, hurry up. After my father's funeral, I can disappear from this world without any worries." Victoria's eyes were filled with deathly stillness.