"Boom," a thunderclap streaked across the sky.
Victoria Monroe suddenly opened her eyes and sat upright in bed.
Her head was spinning, and for a mont, she was at a loss, not knowing where she was.
Daylilies, the child was already gone.
After a brief mont, she realized she had been dreaming.
Victoria moved her stiff body, her palm slowly resting on her lower abdon.
The child had said goodbye to her.
It was her precious treasure that she had hoped for years, and it left this world silently even before it was born.
Fraternal twins are often a boy and a girl; she should have had a son and a daughter.
But now the sister was gone, not even at ease enough to visit her in a dream.
Rhys Hawthorne pushed open the door upon hearing noise, seeing Victoria Monroe huddled up on the bed, biting her sleeve hard, trying not to cry out in fear.
She had lost too much blood, and her face was deathly pale. When she looked up at Rhys Hawthorne,
her red eyes were full of tears, rolling down her chin like pearls.
A beauty weeping, evoking compassion.
Rhys Hawthorne ca to the bedside, leaned down, and gently wiped the tear stains off her face.
Seeing her smooth forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat, he deliberately softened his voice, "Had a nightmare?"
Her voice was choked with sobs, "I saw her."
"Her?"
Victoria’s voice was hoarse, "That kind child ca to say goodbye to ."
Rhys did not question her seemingly absurd words; his dark pupils gently focused on her, "That must have been a beautiful dream."
Thinking of the scenes in the dream, a gentle curve appeared on Victoria’s lips.
"Yes, I finally saw her. She looks so much like , and she said she doesn’t bla , she loves..."
Victoria’s lips quivered, her emotions finally breaking down.
Rhys sat by the bed and gently embraced her. Victoria grasped his collar tightly, sobbing, "She said she loves , and I, such a selfish person, once thought of aborting her. I don’t deserve her love at all."
"It’s not your fault. Don’t cry. There’s still another baby."
Only then did Victoria regain her composure, noticing his neck was soaked with her tears.
"I’m sorry, I..."
"It’s okay."
Rhys brought a warm towel and gently wiped her cheeks.
He was nothing like a younger brother, but like an elder taking care of her, accompanying her until her emotions gradually stabilized.
Victoria sipped so brown sugar water to soothe her throat, then spoke again, "Do you know where Rachel Hayes is?"
Rhys’s well-defined fingers peeled an apple with srizing grace, "Yes, I anticipated she’d try to escape, so I arranged soone to follow her. Do you need my help?"
Rhys spoke gently, but there was a cold gleam flashing in his eyes like a blade, "For instance... making her pay with blood."
Victoria thought of the child in her dream, gritting her teeth, "A life for a life, but it shouldn’t be her child who pays."
"What do you an?"
"I won’t harm her child, but as for the rumors and public accusations she spread online, I won’t let that go."
Victoria’s eyes, still bright from crying, "Rhys, could you help organize a press conference?"
Rhys had already guessed her intention. The scandal between Julian Fordham and Rachel Hayes had been a hot topic for a month, giving her plenty of ti to clarify things and restore her reputation.
But she hadn’t, always considering the hardships Julian faced and not wanting to ruin his career.
Such kindness had only led Rachel to act increasingly unrestrained, causing her to lose a child.
Victoria wouldn’t target Rachel’s unborn child, but both Rachel and Julian must pay a price in blood!
It was laughable—she had personally elevated him to his throne, yet one day, it would be her kicking him off it.
Destiny had ford a full circle at this mont!
"Rhys, I’ve considered parting ways with him peacefully, but he drove to this! They forced ! If that’s the case, then don’t bla for seeking justice for my child!"
"Do you want to announce it tomorrow or the day after?"
Tomorrow was the last day for Julian to sign the contract. If the truth ca out at this ti, Julian would end up with nothing.
Victoria was about to answer when a soft knock ca from outside the door.
"Co in."
Assistant Woods looked at Victoria with a complex expression. Rhys coldly inquired, "What’s up?"
Assistant Woods spoke each word deliberately, "Julian Fordham committed suicide at ho."
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