Chapter 216
Victoria's body was bent over.
That's right—it was the cancer acting up, hurting badly.
Martin kissed her for a while before letting her go.
"As long as you behave and do as you're told, your father can wake up earlier." Martin saw her unease, a flash of sympathy crossed his eyes, and he reached out to pat her head.
That lazy gesture was just like treating a kitten or puppy.
Victoria smiled bitterly. In Martin's eyes and heart, she was nothing more than a kitten or puppy.
When he was in a good mood, he would comfort her anxious soul and throw her a few bones, as if watching her wag her tail.
When he was in a bad mood, he would ignore her pain.
No, she should be worth even less than a kitten or puppy.
Martin even had compassion for the Gracula religiosa he bought for her, feeding it after she left.
When she came back from Rainbow Town after barely surviving, she saw that the Gracula religiosa hadn't lost weight but had actually gotten fatter.
This showed he had sympathy.
It's just that his kindness was never used on her.
They were clearly husband and wife.
He had clearly promised to treat her well for a lifetime, but she had been foolish enough to take his scheming as genuine.
As a result, because of her lovesick brain, she had to drag down the entire Gonzalez family, drag down her parents' later years.
So she was worth less than that lively Gracula religiosa.
Victoria felt extremely suffocated.
She looked at Martin and blinked her stinging eyes.
He had actually lied to her many times already, always liking to go back on his word, breaking promises.
But she had no choice but to believe him.
How sad, in her twenty-plus years of life, she didn't even have a single friend.
She used to have good friends, but because Mia joined them and drove wedges between them, they drifted apart.
She ignored her friend's advice and insisted on dating and marrying Martin.
Her friend got so angry she left the country.
She had sent her friend a wedding invitation, but her friend didn't even want to attend her wedding.
She was foolish, she was stupid, which led to today's situation.
So Victoria realized that things had developed to today's uncontrollable situation, and besides blaming herself for being blind and having too much water in her brain, she couldn't blame anyone else.
Martin thought she hadn't heard, because Victoria's eyes showed doubt and confusion, so he repeated what he just said.
But Victoria still had doubts in her heart, frowning as she asked him, "Really?"
Martin nodded.
Besides believing, there were no other choices, no other paths to take.
Victoria gave him a weak smile, "Okay, then I'll behave. I want to sleep alone tonight."
"Reason."
"I have a cold." Victoria made an excuse, though the real reason was her condition had flared up, "I don't want to infect you."
Seeing her thinking of him, he rarely showed a smile.
Victoria's heart tightened even more. Was he this happy to see her body uncomfortable?
After he left, Victoria stumbled and crawled down from the bed, not even putting on slippers, barefoot as she locked the master bedroom door.
Then she grabbed her handbag from beside the sofa.
Her fingers trembling, shaking as she unzipped the bag.
Victoria took out the unlabeled painkillers, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured them into her mouth.
Without water, she could only swallow.
She took many, many pills, eating them by the handful.
Until the pain in her body was completely and thoroughly suppressed.
She then bent down to pick up the pills scattered on the floor and threw them in the trash.
She didn't want Martin to find out and gloat over her misfortune.
They were just in a transaction now, nothing more.
Things that couldn't be done were useless no matter what was said.
Like his wish for her to die.
Martin had poured water.
Martin also took out a strip of cold medicine from the medicine box and walked to the master bedroom door, holding the cold medicine and a glass of water in one hand.
With the other hand, he tried to turn the doorknob.
It wouldn't open, the master bedroom door had been locked.
Did Victoria reject him this much?
Just after he left for a moment, the door was already locked?
Martin felt a bit unhappy, but still didn't make a fuss, reaching out to knock on the bedroom door.
No one spoke.
No one answered either.
"If your cold is serious, I'll take you to the hospital." Martin finally said something like this.
Still no response.
Martin asked again, "Are you asleep?"
Victoria must be asleep, otherwise how could she be completely silent.
Martin suddenly realized he was like a clown, performing a one-man show.
She changed her attitude so quickly. Just now she was in his arms begging him to find a way to wake Hayden up.
As soon as he agreed, she immediately gave him the cold shoulder and ignored him.
If it were his old temperament, he would really use the spare key to open the door and see what Victoria was actually doing.
Was she really asleep or pretending to be asleep?
But now he didn't dare act rashly.
Because they had already made things too tense.
If it weren't for this child's arrival, they would probably continue to torture each other, loving and killing each other.
Martin wasn't someone who did things without considering the consequences.
As long as Victoria behaved and gave birth to this child, she would have everything.
Today she could even act cute with him, ask him for help—this was a very good sign.
Martin gripped the glass and medicine strip tightly, turned around and went back to the living room, sitting on the sofa.
His throat suddenly hurt badly, as if he had swallowed razor blades.
Just now in the bathroom, with the hot and cold, he had caught a cold.
Popping the pills from the strip, Martin put them in his mouth, then drank the water from the glass, and the capsule slid into his stomach.
He put down the glass.
Pinched the bridge of his nose.
He finally picked up the phone and called Brian, "Tell Terry to use the best medicine and make sure Hayden wakes up in the next few days."
"Mr. Collins, you've finally come around. Mrs. Collins will definitely be happy to know this." Brian was happy for him.
Not long after hanging up, Terry's call came, asking in disbelief, "Mr. Collins, Brian said to let me use the best medicine, no matter what method, I must make Hayden wake up in the next few days? Did he relay the message wrong?"
"What do you think he should have said? Let Hayden die?" Martin sneered.
Terry quickly corrected himself, "No, I just found it a bit unexpected. Isn't he your enemy? Why did you suddenly have a change of heart and decide to let him go?"
"I'm warning you, if Hayden can't wake up within three days, you don't need to stay in your current position either. If you can't do it, plenty of people can." Martin threatened.
Terry could only agree to keep his job.
Mia's call suddenly came through, asking what he'd been busy with lately and why he hadn't contacted her.
"Martin gave me a task, I need to finish it quickly."
"What task?" Mia asked nosily.
Terry knew her personality—if she found out he had to wake Hayden up, she would definitely try to stop him. So he had to keep it from her.
"You'll find out eventually." Terry kept it brief and brushed her off.