Chapter 201
Her life was a life too. Why didn't Martin care about her feelings and just did whatever he wanted?
Victoria's heart ached terribly.
She threw the orange in her hand into the trash can.
Martin's fingers gripped the orange tightly.
How could she be so ungrateful!
He had already made concessions. He had already softened his stance.
But thinking of the baby in her belly, he forced down his anger, "Your father has resumed treatment. Victoria, how long are you going to keep this up with me?"
Was she "keeping this up" with him?
So in Martin's eyes, she was just someone being unreasonable.
Victoria's heart ached terribly. She lowered her eyes to look at her bloodless fingernails. Just a few days ago there were still some traces of half-moons, but now there wasn't even a hint of them left.
It showed just how weak her body had become.
Victoria lowered her head without speaking. Martin thought she had stopped being stubborn, and unconsciously softened his tone, "I can forgive you for being willful this time, but you must give birth to the child in your belly."
The child again.
Victoria sneered. She had said it so many times already—the child had been aborted. Was he having memory loss, or was he playing dumb with her?
"The child is long gone. Mr. Collins, are you still not awake?" Victoria leaned wearily against the pillow.
Martin looked at her, "Terry said you're pregnant again. Just half a month along."
Victoria looked up, staring at him in shock.
She blinked her dry eyes.
Pregnant again?
She had just had a miscarriage, and now she was pregnant again!
With her body this weak, she could still get pregnant repeatedly—was this her fate?
Was her destiny to die with the child?
No wonder Martin had resumed Hayden's treatment, no wonder he was being pleasant with her—so he had found a new way to torture her.
But she had a terminal illness. How could this child be born?
"What I said still stands. Give birth to her, and I'll raise her. I'll help the Gonzalez family too. I'll take care of your parents in their old age. Sign the divorce papers, and we'll go our separate ways. You can fly away with Aaron." Martin's voice was cold.
After speaking, he turned to leave.
Victoria wouldn't give up. As if possessed, she called out to his back, "Martin! What if I told you I have cancer and can't be pregnant?"
Martin, with his back to her, had irritation and impatience surging in his eyes.
Why?
Why, when he had already been so generous, was she still treating him like a fool?
Did he have to tirelessly expose such a clumsy lie again and again?
Martin suppressed his anger and slowly turned around.
The evening sun outside fell on his tall shoulders, completely devoid of any warmth.
"You have cancer? Why don't you say you're going to die in a few days?" Martin sneered.
Victoria blinked. Did he know everything?
"What if I might not even make it to New Year's Day? Martin, would you still make me get pregnant? Would you still make me give birth to this child?" Victoria pressed her lips together, staring at him intently.
She had thought he would say something comforting, for the sake of their marriage.
But he just smiled coldly, not caring about her life or death at all, "You didn't want to live anyway, did you?"
"Martin, what you mean is, even if I really have cancer, even if I really can't make it to New Year's Day, even if I really will die with the child, this baby must still be born, right?" Victoria's tone was very light, very slow. Afraid of misunderstanding him, she repeated his words again.
Martin didn't believe she was sick at all. He just felt Victoria was being too dramatic at this moment, and spoke without thinking, "Good that you know. Didn't you say over and over that you would follow the contract? That you would do as I wish? Then prove it to me with your actions."
Do as he wishes.
Prove it to him with actions—he was really rushing her to her death.
Victoria suddenly felt she was very foolish, very foolish.
She had asked the same question countless times, still holding onto false hope, still struggling, still asking repeatedly.
But the same book, read countless times, only has one ending.
Her ending with Martin was the same.
"I don't want to hear such boring questions anymore in the future." Before leaving, Martin impatiently left this remark.
Victoria bit her lip.
Her lips were very dry, peeling, cracked.
Her lips hurt terribly from biting, but she couldn't feel the pain at all. She was completely numb.
Blood kept flowing out.
Her life and death, in Martin's eyes, were just boring questions.
In the future, she wouldn't ask anymore.
Victoria didn't want to resist anymore, because she had tried countless times to fight against fate, but it was all useless.
No matter how things developed, no matter how things went around in circles, she would always be beaten back to her original form by destiny.
She felt as small as an ant, unable to escape from Martin's palm no matter what.
That's right, she was already like this. Since she couldn't change it, she would try to accept it, try to plan ahead.
If her death with the child could bring peace to the Gonzalez family and a peaceful old age for her parents, she had nothing to regret, right?
It's just that Victoria's sleep got worse and worse.
She had no appetite for food either.
This pregnancy was completely different from the last one.
She vomited frequently, ate little, vomited a lot. Many times she vomited bile mixed with fresh blood, staining most of the toilet red.
But she didn't tell Martin any of this.
She didn't want to humiliate herself anymore.
Every day Brian would bring her nutritious meals, and she would just eat a few bites and be done with it.
Until Martin came, because Terry said she had lost too much weight, which was very bad for the baby's development.
When it involved the child, he always came quickly.
Martin thought she was deliberately throwing a tantrum with him, and his tone wasn't good, "I've already given you so many benefits and let bygones be bygones about you aborting without permission. Are you still going to throw your tantrum?"
Victoria suddenly wanted to explain to him that she didn't abort without permission—it was his mistress Mia who wanted to kill her. She fell into the river and had the miscarriage.
But then she remembered when she got Tamsin's voice recorder and wanted to report Mia to him, he directly crushed the recorder with his foot, declaring that between her and Mia, he would always protect Mia.
Since she knew what the outcome would be, there was no need to waste her breath, right?
Victoria started to speak but stopped, swallowing her words back.
"Victoria, please have some contract spirit. What happened to following the contract? If you dare to abort without permission again, you'll be sorry." Martin frowned.
More threats.
Victoria was used to it, but her heart felt terribly blocked. Holding the nutritious meal, she didn't start eating.
"Finish it. After you get your health back, I'll take you to see Hayden."
Victoria finally reacted. He would take her to see Hayden?
She hadn't seen Hayden in so long.
"During this time, if you dare not eat, dare to throw tantrums, don't take good care of the pregnancy, I'll make sure you never see him again! Victoria, I mean what I say! Don't test the limits of my patience with you!"
Martin spoke coldly and heartlessly, but watching Victoria wolf down the food, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.
He wanted to tell her to slow down, that no one was competing with her, but thinking she was the type who responded to harshness rather than kindness, he swallowed back the gentle words of comfort.