Chapter 191
Snow fell wildly on Victoria's face and clothes.
Her insides felt like they were being violently stirred by a stick.
Victoria clutched her body, tears streaming down from the pain.
She'd left in such a rush that she forgot her painkillers.
She had planned to go to the hospital for medicine, but now that Hayden's medication had been cut off, she didn't dare leave.
She was afraid that the moment she left, Martin would come out of the apartment wanting to see her.
Snowflakes landed on her eyelashes—curled and long—melting together with her warm tears.
Martin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in his apartment.
From that spot, he had a perfect view of Victoria curled up in the snow, looking miserable and struggling.
Martin wore a black suit, smoking expressionlessly.
The cigarette tasted bitter, so bitter.
His brow furrowed deeply, a flash of heartache crossing his eyes. Victoria was his wife, lying in the snow, battered by the cold wind and falling snow.
How could he not feel sorry for her?
How could he not feel bad?
But then he thought of her selfishness, her heartlessness, her betrayal, and that child who had become nothing but a pool of blood. Intense anger and hatred surged in Martin's eyes again.
Victoria would never know how much he had looked forward to the birth of that child in her belly. He had already been thinking of names for the baby, already trying to let go of his hatred and live a good life with her.
Martin blamed it all on being too soft-hearted, not ruthless enough.
She was his enemy's daughter after all. She and Hayden shared the same blood. Hayden was no good, so how could she be any better?
He couldn't be soft-hearted anymore, couldn't let Victoria's act, Victoria's disguise fool him anymore.
If he went downstairs to see her, she would definitely laugh at him inside, thinking he was a fool—that all she had to do was lie in the snow and shed a few meaningless tears, and he'd forgive her.
She would become even more reckless.
Seeing her half-dead in the snow made Martin's heart feel annoyed and confused.
He wanted to care but couldn't.
He wanted to forgive but couldn't.
It drove him crazy.
Martin simply pulled the heavy curtains closed, left the window, and sat on the sofa smoking.
In the cage on the table, the mynah bird said to him listlessly but seriously, "Martin, bastard! Martin, ungrateful! Martin, not human!"
Martin was already conflicted and irritable inside.
The mynah still couldn't read the room. He glared at it, "Shut up!"
"Shut up! Shut up!"
The mynah mimicked his tone, squawking and flapping its wings.
Martin was irritated by it. Sure enough, pets take after their owners.
Grabbing the cage, Martin hung it back on the balcony.
Snowflakes fell on it, making it shiver from the cold, but its mouth was still annoying, "Martin, Victoria doesn't like you anymore!"
"Martin, Victoria won't have your baby anymore!"
Martin's face turned extremely ugly.
Even this little creature was mocking him now?
His life was really quite pathetic.
He turned and left.
To cool off, Martin went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.
Downstairs from the apartment.
The snow fell harder and harder.
Victoria's brow furrowed tightly from the pain.
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed onto the white snow.
Blood trickled slowly down from the corner of her mouth.
Her liver felt like it was being split into pieces by an axe.
Victoria's fingers reached for her phone that had fallen in the snow and called Martin.
But no matter how many times she called, it wouldn't connect.
Victoria sobbed, her shoulders shaking constantly with her crying.
Martin, do you really hate me this much?
Overwhelming sadness washed over her.
Victoria was in too much pain to stand, and could only crawl through the snow with difficulty.
The icy cold spread crazily through her fingers and limbs.
She bit her teeth, blood leaving a trail of marks.
She crawled to the apartment entrance.
Victoria struggled to reach out and press the doorbell.
Pressing it again and again.
Tears falling continuously.
Martin, please open the door.
Martin, I'm in so much pain, please take me to the hospital.
Her hand went numb from pressing.
The apartment door still showed no sign of opening.
In her mind flashed Martin's extremely cold face and his curse, "Victoria, why won't you just die?"
"I'll make your funeral the grandest ever! Don't you like pink? Your photo frame will be pink, the flowers will be pink too! I'll even set off fireworks for days and nights to celebrate your entry into heaven!"
"You think I'm the impatient one? Victoria, it's Martin who can't wait. He's the one who sent me to kill you, and Tamsin too. You're a disaster living in this world, don't you know that?"
"Victoria, from the first moment I saw you, I wanted to strangle you! Do you know how disgusted and sick I felt every time I was intimate with you?"
Victoria's mind filled again with images of Martin crazily gripping her chin.
Slamming her head against the glass window.
The car door opening, her being pushed out, her palms pierced bloody by countless glass shards.
Her wrist dislocated from his grip.
Thinking of these painful memories, these heartbreaking details, Victoria was overcome with anger.
Another mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
Splashing onto the apartment steps.
The steps were covered in white snow, the drops of blood like vibrant red plum blossoms.
How could Martin possibly open the door for you, Victoria?
Don't you have any idea how much Martin wants you dead?
He's probably upstairs right now watching you suffer like this, watching you cough up blood.
How can you be so foolish? He sent Tamsin to kill you, sent Mia to kill you—can't you see his true face?
Victoria blinked.
Her trembling body backed up a few steps.
Swaying unsteadily.
Like a monument, she collapsed heavily, falling back into the snow.
Hard, heavy, like a deflated ball.
Victoria lay on the ground.
Breathing roughly with difficulty.
Her pale little face battered by the cold wind.
The gloomy sky oppressively suffocating.
Ice-cold snow kept falling on her eyebrows, nose bridge, and the backs of her hands.
In a daze, she saw Hayden's shadow. He could walk now, smiling so kindly, walking toward her.
She told him she was sorry, crying as she said sorry.
Hayden smiled and wiped away her tears, telling her he had come to take her away.
They were going to heaven next.
There would be no illness, no torture, no sadness—only sunshine, white clouds, and flowers.
Most importantly, she could be with Hayden forever and ever.
Victoria was moved. She was meant to leave this world anyway, and leaving with Hayden didn't seem so bad.
She reached out her hand, held by Hayden. His palm was so big and warm.
How wonderful—it's over, everything's over, all of it's over.
All the absurd debts between her and Martin would turn to smoke with her and Hayden's departure.
She only hoped that in her next life, she wouldn't run into Martin again. He had already ruined her for one lifetime. In the next life, she wanted to meet a husband who truly loved her, cherished her, protected her, understood her. It didn't matter if he was poor—she only wanted sincerity, only wanted no manipulation.
Lying in the snow, Victoria's consciousness grew hazier and hazier. She slowly closed her eyes, a peaceful smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.