Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Hearing the person’s words, Christian gripped his phone tightly. “Do you know the reason why?” he
asked coldly.
“Yes…” The person lowered their voice. “His aunt is Jill Lopez. She has worked as a maid for the
Coleman Family for several years. She had told him things about you and Miss Coleman to him. So, he
has a… bad impression of you.” The truth was that Dr. Walker had a terrible impression of Christian,
but he didn’t dare to say it.
Christian’s eyes flickered, but he did not say anything. Instead, he said, “Give me Jill’s home address
and contact number now.” Then, he hung up the phone.
At this moment, Christian heard the sound of the door opening. He instinctively turned around and
looked at the door of the ward.
He saw that Gabrielle had her back toward him; half of her body was inside the ward, and she was
grabbing the door handle as she said her goodbyes to Victoria. “I’ll see you tomorrow. If Mr. Thatcher
wants to see you, just… just think of him as a dummy and don’t get mad at him. The doctor said that
you can’t be too emotional, okay?”
Through the door’s gap, Christian could see Victoria on the bed. He could see that she had changed
much since two years ago; her baby fat was gone—her facial features had sharpened—and she looked
more mature than before. Yet, although she looked more alluring than before, he felt suffocated.
He wondered if this was what heartache felt like. Did he feel it because of love?
As he was staring at her, it was only natural for her to take notice of him too, but she frowned and
looked away after ncing at him as if he was some disgusting being. When he saw her reaction, he
could feel his heart ache even more; it was as if someone was jabbing his heart with needles. Although
the feeling was not deadly, it was unbearable.
Christian wondered if this was the so-called love that Matthew was talking about. He was never in a
rtionship, nor did he know what love felt like. All he knew was that he never had this unpleasant
feeling when Victoria was always by his side before she turned 18.
Gabrielle noticed Victoria’s absentmindedness as she had not answered her for quite some time, so
she pouted. “Victoria, did you hear what I just said? If Mr. Thatcher—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Victoria cut her off and said, “Since when was Mr. Thatcher fond
of being a peeping Tom?” Her gaze fell upon Christian while her voice held a hint of mockery.
As soon as Victoria’s words registered in Gabrielle’s ears, she widened her eyes in shock and stiffened.
Her eyes twitched as she slowly followed Victoria’s gaze, and her face had changed into so many
expressions swiftly before finallynding on embarrassment. She gulped and said awkwardly, “M-Mr.
Thatcher, I thought you had left. What a coincidence.” She chuckled dryly and didn’t know what to do.
I’m so lucky that I said dummy rather than saying he talks bullsh*t. But… I don’t think it is a good thing
to speak at a time like this now either. she thought.
“I have had this hobby recently,” Christian said as he looked at Victoria.
Victoria furrowed her brows at him but averted her gaze.
On the other side, Gabrielle was fidgeting between them; she felt ufortable in every way possible.
Just by peaking at Christian, she felt like she was being roasted alive on a spit.
Victoria noticed Gabrielle’s difort, so she spoke up, “Gabrielle.”
“What is it?” Gabrielle turned and looked at her, almost on the verge of tears.
“I have some things I want to talk about with him. But, you can leave first,” Victoria said as she licked
her dry lips.
This time Gabrielle was so happy that she almost cried happy tears as she was being saved from this
dreadful situation. “I’ll be going then!” she eximed. Then, she turned to Christian, lowering her head,
not daring to look at him, and said, “Goodbye, Mr. Thatcher!” Afterward, she rushed off quickly.
Victoria saw that Christian was the only one left outside through the door. Then, she lowered her eyes
andughed at herself. Christian furrowed his eyebrows slightly and unbuttoned a button from his shirt,
but the heavy feeling from his chest didn’t decrease. He recalled when Victoria would be delighted if
they had the chance to spend some time alone, but now she was avoiding him like he was a monster.
Just like that, one sat inside the ward while the other stood outside; the door between them was slightly
ajar. Christian stared at Victoria intently while she looked at the floor. The atmosphere was oppressive
and weird as none of them spoke a word.
Just then, Gabrielle, who had left, returned while panting. “I almost forgot that Victoria said she wanted
to go to the bathroom.” She smiled awkwardly while averting her gaze. Then, under Christian’s stare,
she walked into the room stiffly.
Victoria’s eyes shed as she saw Gabrielle. “I can go on my own. You don’t need toe back to
help me,” she said.
Gabrielle fidgeted ufortably as she had her back against Christian; she felt as if Christian was
going to bore a hole through her back. “I can wait outside if it’s inconvenient for me to be here while
you talk.” She was still worried about Victoria as she couldn’t be too emotional since she had just
recovered.
Victoria looked at Gabrielle for a moment before she lowered her head and said, “Thank you.” Then,
she covered her mouth and coughed.
Gabrielle immediately took notice of the cold sweat beading her forehead and asked hurriedly,
“Victoria, are you alright?”
Christian stood even straighter and instinctively took a step forward toward Victoria when he heard
Gabrielle’s anxious question. But then, he frowned and backed away.
“I’m—” Before Victoria could say that she was okay, she started to cough again, cutting off her own
sentence. Her face was as pale as a ghost, and sweat was trickling down her forehead.
Christian widened his eyes when he saw such a sight. He ran into the ward within a few steps,
knocking over the chair and almost falling as he ran too fast, but he ignored all of it and ran beside the
bed, pressing the emergency button with trembling fingers and a pale face.
Ten minutester, Victoria was being sent into the operating room while Christian and Gabrielle stood
outside. None of them uttered a word, and the atmosphere was heavy.
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After Gabrielle hesitated for a long while, she finally built up the courage and said, “Mr. Thatcher, can
you…” She gulped and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead before she continued. “C-Can you not
come to the hospital for these few days?” She stuttered multiple times just by saying a
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Christian’s gaze went from the operating room to her as soon as she said those words; his gaze was
icy cold.
Gabrielle could sense his hostile gaze, so she twisted her fingers together as her back was soaked in
sweat, and she couldn’t help but tremble. Although this was awful society, she was still scared of him
after she learned that he had broken Victoria’s legs.
“I’ll leave after she is out,” Christian said, and his eyes went back to the operating room.
Initially, Gabrielle wanted to tell him to leave now as Victoria might be too agitated after seeing him, but
looking at his expression, she didn’t dare to say a word. To be honest, as an outsider, she couldn’t
understand Christian. Mr. Thatcher couldn’t have loved Victoria since he brutally broke her legs and
hurt her multiple times. But if he really didn’t love her, he wouldn’t be so stressed out and anxious when
she entered the operating room; one can’t fake those negative emotions, she thought. Gabrielle felt
that she didn’t understand what the rich were thinking, whether it was Christian or Victoria.