Chapter 181
The wind blew like a hurricane as the rain became heavier and heavier.
The raindrops fell into her eyes and blurred her sight.
Victoria widened her eyes as she stared at the tall figureing closer and closer to her.
Ten meters left. Five meters. Three.
Only one man was reflected in her eyes that was blurred by tears and rain.
“G-Gez—”
All her words were trapped in her throat as she watched the man walk past her with no trace of
hesitation at all.
He had ambled past her as if she was the most unfamiliar stranger in his life—he never even spared
her a nce.
At that moment, she even wondered if she had gotten the wrong person.
However, that man was the love of her life whom she had carved into her soul. As long as she was
close to him, the blood in her veins would begin to sing.
Moreover, she would never mistake that familiar scent of his that seeped into every one of her pores
even if he was in a crowd.
Lionel, do you really hate me that much? Do you despise me to the point you think of me as just a
passerby in your journey of life? Do you abhor me so much you won''t even spare me one nce?
There are millions of ways to torment a soul in this world, but only your disregard and indifference are
able to teach me what it is to feel a pain bone-deep. I thought that you would be angry and in pain; I
thought you would resort to violence and p me continuously to unleash the bitterness you felt onto
me. And I was prepared to take on your emotions. Yet the cruel reality has told me that I''m but a speck
of dust in this world—so small I can''t even make a ripple in your life. Do you know that your disregard is
what hurts me the most? Have I left no mark in your life at all? Must you treat me like air when we see
each other again? Must you treat me like a stranger that you know so well?
When the footsteps behind her faded away, Victoria snapped back to her senses.
She slowly turned around to watch the familiar figure climb up the stairs with an umbre in his hands
through the veil of rain.
He never once turned, and he never once paused in his tracks.
It was as though they were only two strangers crossing paths in life.
A smile crept upon Victoria''s lips as tears rolled down her cheeks.
The umbre fell out of her hand, and the wind whisked it away into the woods.
Victoria tilted her head back a little and let the tears of the sky pour on her face. They did not hurt, but
their coldness seeped into her bones like a dagger formed by ice that left marks that could never be
erased.
It was a mistake. I''ve made a mistake. Bay was right. My stubbornness will only bring trouble to his
current life; my existence will only ruin his rtionship with his wife.
Seven years ago, Victoria indirectly caused the downfall of the Gezmond family and forced the man to
flee.
Now that he''s finally out of that period of betrayal and destion, what right do I have to disrupt his
peaceful life again? None.
At Shelbert Condominium, Bailey was greeted by a sight that made her leap in shock. Victoria was
standing by the door,pletely still as if her soul had been taken out of her and with her face as pale
as death.
“Vicky, what happened to you?”
Victoria forced her stiff lips to part as she hoarsely muttered, “Bay, I want to die.”
With that, her knees buckled, and she fell into Bailey''s arms.
“Holy sh*t!” Bailey cursed before hurriedly catching her friend.
It was then she found out that Victoria was drenched from head to toe and burning up.
“Zayron, fill up the bathtub and prep the IV liquid for fever.”
Zayron sped out of the study. Once he had a clear look at the situation in the living room, he, too,
jumped in shock before darting into the bathroom.
After Bailey helped Victoria take a bath, she set up an IV therapy for thetter.
Not long after, Victoria regained consciousness.
Bailey was sitting on the bed and staring at her coldly. After chuckling, she asked, “Spill it. What kind of
challenges did you encounter that made you tell me you want to die?”
Victoria pursed her lips and turned her head away to avert Bailey''s frigid gaze. In a barely audible
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voice, she said, “My fever took over my mind, so you can''t take what I said to heart. Sorry to make you
mad.”
Bailey''s expression rxed a little, and she sighed. “Vicky, you''ve gotten over the tough situation back
then, so I thought nothing in this world could devastate you anymore—whether it be love or hate.
Everything''s in the past now. Is there a point for you to wallow in your misery and torture yourself still?”
Victoria sniffled and struggled to hold back the tears that were welling in her eyes. In a calm tone, she
said, “I went to Mount Willow Cemetery today to visit Lionel''s father, and when I left, I bumped into
Lionel at the entrance.”
Bailey froze.
No wonder she looks as if she has lost her soul. So it''s because she met Lionel. What was I expecting?
Only Lionel would make her lose control like that.
“What happened, then? He told you that he hated you, and you apologized to him?”
Victoria shook her head before smiling bitterly.
“We never said anything to each other. Nothing. He walked over from afar and past me without saying
a word. It''s as if... to him, I''m just a stranger with a familiar face.”
Bailey''s heart lurched, and she instinctively grabbed Victoria''s hand, which had been resting by the
edge of the bed.
Victoria turned to meet Bailey''s eyes before shaking her head. With a forced smile, she said, “Bay, I
know what you''re trying to tell me. Don''t worry, I can take it. Pain is better endured swift than dragged
out. Now that he is treating me like aplete stranger... Frankly, I''m relieved. Even if I am destined to
stay in a world without hope for the rest of my life, I still wish for him to find his bliss. I don''t have many
things I wish for in life, but the one thing I do wish for is for him to lead a quiet, peaceful life.”
Bailey tightened her grip on Victoria''s hand. Then, raising her brow, she changed the topic and teased,
“Why don''t youe and develop a career with me? There''s no point wasting time on those useless
men. We''ll still have to work hard ourselves to get the best kind of life. What a man can give you are
just some materialistic satisfaction. Why must you bind yourself to a stove when you know the fire will
never start again?”
Victoria chuckled. “That sounds good; it''s what I was thinking about too. Why don''t I—”
Before she could finish her sentence, the bedroom door was opened, and Susan poked her head
through the gap. With a grin, she uttered, “Ladies, excuse me. There''s an old man outside looking for
Bay.”
Old man?
Bailey arched a brow.
She could guess who it was.
Victoria narrowed her eyes at Bailey. Then, she frowned and said, “Your useless father? What''s he
doing here?”
Bailey smiled and shook her head. “It shouldn''t be rence. If my guess is right, it should be a
shareholder representative sent by the Luther Group''s board of directors who wants me to step in to
solve Luther Group''s troubles.”
Victoria sneered. “How can they be so shameless? Take out the needle for me. I''m going to meet
them.”