Chapter 159 She is unhappy, and he is exhausted!

Victoria was sent to Sackler General Hospital.

Having safely passed the critical period after being rescued, Victoria lay quietly in the ward, her body still weak, requiring a few more days of observation in the hospital.

Zachary stood by the French window, gazing silently at the snow on the branches outside.

The doctor behind him said softly, "Victoria took more than 20 sleeping pills at once. It was a suicide attempt caused by postpartum depression. I suggest she undergo systematic psychiatric treatment and stay away from the root causes of her illness, which could let her depression improve more quickly."

After a while, Zachary replied calmly, "Got it."

The doctor left.

He turned around and looked at the person lying quietly on the hospital bed.

His heart was still trembling.

'Victoria had almost died. If he had come home half an hour later, she might not have been there, and Joseph would have lost his mother.' He thought.

Suddenly, Zachary felt like crying.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Victoria woke up.

The sunlight shone through the glass onto her face, warm and comforting.

Zachary sat on the sofa beside her. With his elbow on his knee and his hands forming a pyramid, he looked at her with deep, dark eyes. "You're awake. You took more than 20 sleeping pills."

She remembered everything he said.

She remembered her helplessness at the time and her struggles, but in the end, she still took those 20 pills.

She spoke softly, "Zachary, let's talk."

He continued to look at her quietly without a response.

Victoria looked away, gazing at the ceiling, and calmly said, "Zachary, let's get a divorce. I can't let go of what happened that day, and perhaps I'll never be able to let go in this lifetime. Continuing this kind of relationship is really unnecessary. Besides, our marriage was a mistake from the beginning.”

"I no longer blame you. You really had no obligation to help me. Let's part on good terms, for Joseph's sake. We should both let go of each other. You haven't been happy these days, have you?"

He didn't answer right away.

He sat quietly, thinking about a lot of things, both the good and the bad times in their relationship, which were all unforgettable. But as she said, they were indeed unhappy now.

She was unhappy, and he was exhausted because of that.

He thought they should separate.

He thought maybe he shouldn't have insisted after their last divorce. What was lost was lost indeed, and no amount of insistence would bring it back.

He thought for a long time and finally leaned back against the sofa.

There were tears in his eyes as he hoarsely said, "Victoria, I didn't do anything with her last night! In my heart, I know clearly that it's you I love, but I also admit that that song moved me. I felt a resonance when I listened to it, and the emotions it conveyed soothed the sadness in my heart, so I took care of Yara in every way and hurt you!”

"I will divorce! But, Victoria, the premise is that you get well! Sackler Corporation can't have a scandal, and Joseph can't have a mother with depression! When you're better, I'll let you take care of Joseph. In addition, Joseph will be the first heir of the Sackler Corporation unless we have a son."

But they probably won't have a son.

Perhaps he didn't love her anymore, Zachary's tone when he mentioned divorce was no longer gentle, just like before.

Victoria didn't make a fuss.

She lay quietly, not giving in. "I don't want him to be the heir! You give him to me, and I don't want anything else! I'll leave you, and my illness will be cured with Joseph by my side."

They disagreed on the issue of Joseph.

Zachary didn't agree.

He looked at Victoria deeply, but there seemed to be no trace of past affection. In fact, it had only been four months since he said he wanted to make it up to her.

After Zachary left, Victoria, supported by her weak body, walked into the bathroom. She leaned on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She was so weak and worn.

'Zachary didn't let her go. She didn't know how long she could hold on after this or how long she could stay with Joseph.' She pondered.

A few days later, Victoria was discharged from the hospital and attempted suicide again, this time with blood!

The bathroom was filled with bright red blood, constantly washed away by the hot water. Victoria lay in the bathtub, her already scarred wrists now with several deep cuts.

Zachary gave her 800CC of blood at the hospital.

Outside the emergency room, he looked pale.

Mrs. Sackler rushed over when she heard the news. She looked at Zachary's pale face and couldn't help but say softly, "You have to take care of her and the child at the same time, and even be ready to deal with such emergencies at any time. Zachary, how long can you hold on? Also, if you keep her by your side, the Sackler Corporation will eventually have a scandal. Don't hesitate. Divorce is the best choice to save the reputation of the Sackler family."

"The best choice?" Zachary mentioned the evaluation and laughed mockingly.

Mrs. Sackler was angry. "I'm doing this for your good! And for the good of the Sackler family!"

Zachary remained silent. He looked at his mother under the light, seeing her maintaining her noble image even in such a situation.

After a long time, he said expressionlessly, "I always thought you were cruel and heartless! Now I realize that I'm no different from you!"

Mrs. Sackler was visibly stunned.

Zachary turned and walked toward the end of the corridor. The night wind blew, and his voice came faintly. "I remember when I was a child, I couldn't even keep a beloved toy."

After a while, Mrs. Sackler snapped back to her senses.

She called out in a stern voice, "Zachary!"

Standing at the end of the corridor, Zachary opened the window, took out a cigarette from his pack, and lit it. As the wind was strong, it took him a few tries to get it lit.

The crimson cigarette butt accentuated his dark and gloomy complexion.

He gazed silently into the night, and the night gazed back at him.

After a long while, he said to the doctor beside him, "Prepare the countryside retreat. Victoria will secretly receive treatment there."

The doctor was taken aback. He understood that secret treatment meant it would be enforced without the comfort of family, only doctors, nurses, and cold medication and equipment.

He couldn't help but speak, "Mr.Zachary!"

Zachary's eyes were slightly moist. "Do as I say! I will talk to her, and she will agree!"

Victoria passed the critical period, but she still hasn't woken up.

Standing by her side, Zachary whispered, "Get well, and I'll give Joseph to you."

Unfortunately, she couldn't hear him.

In the dead of night, he left and drove back to the villa.

The snow was heavy that night, covering the earth in a vast expanse of white.

Just as Zachary got out of the car, he heard Joseph's cries.

He stood in the snow for a long time. The snow quickly covered his head and body, like the wedding dress Victoria had put on him that day.

Joseph was still crying.

Zachary wondered if Joseph also sensed that his parents were about to separate.

So he cried as he wanted his mother.