When it cos to dedication, Victoria Monroe was once the model in the circle.
As for acting skills, she outshone everyone.
Her eyes were filled with worry and anxiety as she spat out blood, then quickly went to find the dical box.
That frantic and tense figure clung to the railing to avoid falling.
She hurriedly stumbled upstairs, the hint of anxiety on her face quietly fading at an angle unseen by the two of them.
She heard her grandmother speaking in a lowered voice: "I told you, the girl still cares about you, Julian. Treat her well, don’t make her sad again."
Julian Fordham was injured, but he seed to be in a good mood.
"Grandma, I understand. I will seize the opportunity to reconcile with Victoria."
Reconcile?
Victoria Monroe’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Julian Fordham, when I wanted to be with you, you were obsessed to madness. Now you want this? Dream on!
Along with the Fordham Family and that mistress, they all need to pay the price!
Victoria Monroe quietly left, and when she returned downstairs with the dical box, her face reverted back to worry and concern.
Victoria Monroe pressed him onto the sofa to sit down, she half-squatted on the ground to treat his wound, "Why so careless?"
"Victoria, I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt at all."
Victoria Monroe slowly raised her head, crystal-clear tears slowly slipped from her eyes, forming a trail of water. Anyone would feel heartbroken, her voice trembled, "With all this blood, how can it not hurt?"
Just that single tear made Julian Fordham feel that even dying would be worth it.
He leaned over and hugged Victoria Monroe, inhaling the familiar fragrance of her body, his heart a mix of emotions, his voice deep, "I’m sorry, darling."
Victoria Monroe pushed him away, "Grandma is still here, don’t be like this, apply the dicine first."
She glanced at her grandmother from the corner of her eye, and indeed, her grandmother’s face was full of loving affection.
Victoria Monroe "panic-stricken" sprayed alcohol on his wound, Julian Fordham imrsed himself in Victoria Monroe’s tenderness, completely unaware of the pain.
Once the bandaging was done, he held Victoria Monroe onto the sofa to sit down, "Just a small injury, you and grandma rest a while then we can eat."
Lunch was very sumptuous, Julian Fordham served soup and dishes to Victoria Monroe, this ti she didn’t throw them in the trash, she obediently ate them.
Julian Fordham’s anxious heart slowly eased.
Grandma didn’t say anything, but visibly her mood improved a lot.
Victoria Monroe assisted her to her room for a nap, grandma held her hand and said: "See, this is nice, he wants to atone, give him a chance."
Victoria Monroe responded with the charm of a young girl: "I don’t want to."
Grandma chuckled, "You’ve been stubborn since you were a child."
"Alright grandma, don’t worry about my matters, take a good rest, I’m fine."
Grandma took her dication and quickly fell asleep, Victoria Monroe tucked her in and quietly closed the door as she left.
The mont the door closed, her back pressed against Julian Fordham’s broad and solid embrace.
Victoria Monroe turned around, only to be trapped between his chest and the door.
The afternoon sunlight was brilliant and scorching, Julian Fordham stood in the backlight, letting the sun cast gentle golden rays on his shoulders.
He looked down at Victoria Monroe, deep waves swirling in his eyes, the whole person was heavily torn between the boundary of light and dark.
Just like his contradictory nature, when he was good, he was a considerate partner, when bad, he behaved recklessly.
Both righteous and evil, elusive.
His voice held a humble plea, "Victoria, I want to talk to you."
Of course, Victoria Monroe wouldn’t be so quick to reconcile, Julian Fordham was very smart and sensitive.
She pushed him away, "I’ve nothing to say to you."
With that, she went upstairs with a cold face.
Not long after, when he ca upstairs, he saw Victoria Monroe sitting by the bay window.
The curtains weren’t completely closed, sunlight poured through the gap, yet she skillfully avoided the sunlight, hiding in the dark corner, arms wrapped around her chest, just like in the hospital.
Julian Fordham’s heart ached, he walked several steps closer, looking down at the small woman curled with her head buried in her knees.
She seed to be crying, her body curled into a ball.
Like a stray cat hiding under a tree in a storm, so helpless and pitiable.
Julian Fordham bent down, placing his hand on her fragile shoulder, Victoria Monroe’s body shivered as if startled by him.
His voice was calmly deep, "Victoria, don’t cry, it’s all my fault."
Victoria Monroe raised her head, unable to control the tears spilling out.
"Don’t touch ! It’s dirty." She scread hoarsely, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
At first, she was only acting, but as she cried, recalling the recent events, emotions surged, becoming uncontrollable.
Suppressing the whimpering cries, her body uncontrollably trembled and sobbed.
Crying made her nose pink and the corners of her eyes flushed red, it broke Julian Fordham’s heart.
"Victoria, what exactly happened?"
Victoria Monroe choked, "You also bought that woman a house, didn’t you?"
"No, Victoria, I..."
He only wanted to completely sever ties with Rachel Hayes, how could he have bought her a house?
Victoria Monroe took out her phone, scrolling to Rachel Hayes’s social dia.
Many were taken in the mansion, Victoria Monroe had an impression of this property.
Because it was close to the hospital, she had visited when the transaction was made.
Julian Fordham asked if she wanted to move, and she said no. Little did she know, Rachel Hayes moved in.
Julian Fordham knew Victoria Monroe liked roses, so he had different varieties of roses and roses planted at each residence.
In the end, those roses beca Rachel Hayes’ photo props.
He never followed Rachel Hayes’ social dia, only to find out that the woman had upset Victoria Monroe again.
"Victoria, I’ve already told her to move out."
Victoria Monroe cried, "You’re lying to , clearly you’re keeping a mistress! Julian Fordham, you have no conscience. I work so hard preparing for pregnancy for you, and you’re out there having a child with soone else, and even gave her our house to live in, you bastard!"
She raised her hand and hit Julian Fordham hard on the body, and he didn’t stop her.
Victoria Monroe had always seed too calm, but when she argued and made a fuss like this, he felt relieved instead.
He embraced Victoria Monroe, "I’ll have her move out imdiately. I’m sorry, Victoria, please don’t cry, okay?"
The woman’s crying was filled with a nasal tone, "I don’t believe you, you’re trying to lie to again."
"I’m not lying to you. If you don’t trust , co with ."
Victoria Monroe had achieved her purpose, and her voice was like lted cream, soft and sticky, "And the money you spent on her, that’s our marital property! It’s mine."
Julian Fordham saw how serious she was about recovering the property, and it’s been many years since he last saw Victoria Monroe concerned about money.
Not finding it annoying, he actually thought it was very cute.
He reached out to wipe away her tears, "Okay, everything will be returned. The money is yours, the house is yours, and I am yours."
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Victoria Monroe didn’t want to delay any longer.
In situations like this, it’s best to cut through quickly.
Testing Julian Fordham’s attitude toward Rachel Hayes, it was clear that from start to finish, Julian only cared about the child in Rachel Hayes’ womb.
"Then kick her out now and get the house back. Make her return all the benefits she got from you."
Previously, Victoria Monroe only wanted to draw a line between them and never ntioned reclaiming anything from Rachel Hayes, which ant she really wanted to leave and wouldn’t interfere with any person or thing related to him.
But now that she started to care about Rachel Hayes’ presence, it ant Victoria Monroe didn’t want a divorce anymore.
Julian Fordham was overjoyed, wanting only to make her happy, without thinking about anything else, he imdiately made a call to arrange it.
After hanging up, he got up and brought a hot towel, carefully wiping away Victoria Monroe’s tears.
"Don’t cry, sweetheart, you want my life."
"Julian Fordham, I don’t want your life, I just want to take back everything that belongs to ."
Julian Fordham couldn’t wait to settle things between him and Rachel Hayes in front of Victoria Monroe, so that Victoria Monroe wouldn’t suspect him anymore and he could continue living with her.
Victoria Monroe cooperated well, following him out the door.
The small villa.
Rachel Hayes was making tea for Lana Jason, knowing that Lana Jason was the only person she could cling to, so her attitude was as obedient as could be.
Lana Jason blew on the tea, looking calm, "I’ve already got this house, so stay here obediently to nurture the baby, but rember one thing: don’t let him find out you’re pregnant in the first few months, the child isn’t ford yet, he wouldn’t hesitate to terminate it, but once the child grows, even if he wants to, he may not bear to do it."
"Mom, I’ll do whatever you say."
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine ca from outside, and Rachel Hayes was terrified.
Julian Fordham had been here twice, like a grim reaper.
"He, he’s back again!"
Lana Jason was also puzzled, "He’s usually so busy, how does he have ti to co over? Don’t panic, rember what I said."
Several cars stopped in the yard one after another, and Rachel Hayes felt that sothing major was amiss.
He used to co alone, not even bringing his assistant, but today there were so many cars?
Julian Fordham didn’t want to face Rachel Hayes, so he didn’t get out of the car.
Soon, Assistant Prescott returned, looking sowhat troubled: "Boss, your mother is also here."
Lana Jason stood at the door, her voice coming through the window, "Who let you co here? I’ve claid this house, who dares to touch it?"
Rachel Hayes, holding onto Lana Jason’s arm, felt backed up by her presence.
As long as Julian Fordham didn’t show up, it was fine.
Just as she thought this, she heard the sound of a car door closing.
In the sunlight, Julian Fordham stood tall and slender by the black Cullinan, his white shirt tucked into black suit pants, wearing a well-tailored wool suit, his posture upright and dignified.
Like his always impeccably grood hair, every ti he appeared before Rachel Hayes, he was noble and elegant, carrying an innate assertiveness.
Making Rachel Hayes both infatuated and frightened.
Julian Fordham’s sharp eyes fixed on Lana Jason, his voice filled with undisguised coldness: "Mom, why are you here?"
Lana Jason felt nervous, but stubbornly stood her ground, "I can be wherever I want, just mind the company well, why are you bothering ?"
Julian Fordham approached her step by step, and as he got closer, his powerful aura swept over, his face full of dissatisfaction: "Didn’t I tell you to cut off contact with this woman?"
"I... I was just coming to look at the house."
"No wonder you suddenly wanted this house." Julian Fordham let out a cold laugh, locking eyes with Rachel Hayes, he said word by word, "Did you instigate this?"
Facing his intimidating gaze, Rachel Hayes was so scared she was about to kneel.
"President Fordham, I didn’t..."
"Whether you did or not, today is the third day, and you still haven’t moved out."
Julian Fordham glanced at the bodyguards, his voice extrely cold, "Throw all her things out."
Rachel Hayes tugged at Lana Jason’s clothing, and just as Lana Jason was about to speak, Julian Fordham cut her off.
"Mom, you know my temper. If you insist on pleading for her, I will stop all your credit cards from today. If I find out you’re in contact with her again, I will take back all the jewelry, savings, and property in your na."
Julian Fordham’s face remained icy, "If you like this woman so much, let her take care of you in your old age."
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