CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: THE MAN WHO LOVES HER WITH HIS LIFE

Angela said, "Probably, my brother knows about Vivian’s condition the best, and he was the one who cured her back then. I guess their whole family really trusts my brother."

"Is Brother Nathan working at the First People’s Hospital?"

"Yes, Vivian is receiving treatment from him now."

"My little nephew had an issue, and I happened to be here too."

"What a coincidence?" Angela was surprised and then asked, "What happened to your little nephew?"

Victoria didn’t dare to air her brother’s dirty laundry, wanting to preserve some dignity for her sister-in-law, so she casually made up an excuse, "My little nephew accidentally fractured a bone and needs to stay in the hospital for a couple of days."

Angela was puzzled, "Does a fracture require hospitalization?"

"He is too young, to be on the safe side."

"Alright, anyway, hospitals nowadays try every possible way to empty the patient’s wallet."

"Angela, your brother is also a doctor, don’t hold such a grudge against hospitals."

"Okay, I said something wrong, it’s my fault."

"Let’s not talk anymore, I need to go back to take care of my little nephew."

"Bye-bye, see you tomorrow."

Victoria responded and ended the call, heading toward the ward.

Timothy Sinclair had a lot of goods waiting for him to deliver in the afternoon, he felt deeply guilty towards Victoria and Little Ze, unable to take good care of his son, while also taking up his sister’s resting time.

He could only keep apologizing over and over.

Victoria felt equally distressed seeing her brother living so humbly and toiling so hard. No amount of comfort could ease the bitterness and guilt in Timothy Sinclair’s heart.

He had no choice but to leave the child with Victoria and hustle for a living.

At this moment, he only trusted Victoria.

He was even cowardly to the point of fearing that their parents would find out that Little Ze was injured and staying in the hospital due to Molly’s abuse, and was even more afraid that their parents would get into a fight with Molly.

He specially found a travel agency, secretly added some money for their trip, and let the travel agency lie for him to offer his parents a few days of free travel itinerary to delay their return home.

It was late at night.

Timothy Sinclair had been busy all day, hadn’t eaten dinner, bought two buns and a can of beer, carrying them in a white transparent bag, and hurried to the hospital.

The light in the ward was dim, Little Ze had already fallen asleep, and Victoria was in a corner holding a cellphone, reading an e-book.

He gently pushed open the door.

Victoria raised her head from her e-book to look at him.

"Asleep?" Timothy Sinclair spoke very softly, his movements were light.

Victoria nodded, her gaze landed on the bag in his hand, two buns and a can of beer.

Her heart felt like it was being nibbled by ants, so painful and so heartache.

Timothy Sinclair walked over to Little Ze, gently touched his forehead to check his temperature, then lowered his head to kiss his cheek before turning to the chair next to Victoria to sit down.

Both of them sat side by side, looking at Little Ze.

Timothy Sinclair let out a deep breath, feeling like he could finally sit down and have a good meal. He then opened the bag, took out a bun, handed it to Victoria, and said softly, "It’s meat stuffed, have one, sister."

"There’s delivered food in the hospital, I’ve had dinner."

"As a late-night snack." Timothy Sinclair smiled.

Victoria couldn’t smile, her eyes were full of tears, "Brother, you eat it."

Timothy Sinclair took out the beer, carefully opened the can, trying not to make any noise, and took a sip.

Victoria watched him eat the bun.

He took a big bite of the large bun, finishing one in three bites.

While still eating the bun, Timothy Sinclair softly said, "Sister, thank you so much today, it’s already late, go home and rest, I’ll take care of here."

Victoria put down her phone and gently murmured, "Brother, you’ve just finished, go home and rest, I can manage."

"You have to work tomorrow, go home and rest." Timothy Sinclair urged in a low voice, "The fruit store won’t open these couple of days, and I’ll get a friend to help with the goods from the warehouse, I can really handle it."

"Brother..."

"No more words, it’s decided." Timothy Sinclair’s tone became a bit stern.

Victoria sighed lightly in resignation, grabbing her backpack to pack up the charger and phone.

"Sister, the fifty thousand dollars I borrowed from you, maybe next month..."

Victoria interrupted, "Brother, don’t fuss about money with me, we are siblings, the closest of family. How can family worry about money issues constantly?"

"You’ve already gotten married, have your own family to take care of, I must return this money to you."

Victoria stood up, her tone firm, "Brother, when your finances improve, the debt cleared, and you become wealthy, return it to me, and of course, I’ll take it. But not now, not when you are struggling and scrounging to pay me back."

On the outside, Timothy Sinclair seemed tough, but inside he was soft and emotional, secretly wiping tears now, "Okay."

Victoria pointed to the foldable bed next to them, "Ten dollars a night, I’ve already paid, make sure you rest well."

"Okay." Timothy Sinclair kept his head down, struggling to swallow the last bite of the bun, choked with emotion.

"Brother, good night." Victoria spoke softly, looking at Little Ze, "If anything happens, remember to call me."

Timothy Sinclair cleared his throat, "Be careful on the way."

"Hmm." Victoria left the ward with her backpack, gently closing the door, turning away with tears brimming in her eyes.

She hated herself for not being strong enough to help her brother, for not being able to protect her little nephew.

The only tiny financial help she could provide to her brother felt insignificant.

What her brother gave her was his life.

Back during her sophomore winter break, a group of underage bullies from outside the school started harassing her daily.

Even tried calling the police several times, but since they were minors, nothing came of it.

This group of thugs, taking advantage of their youth, attempted several times to assault her.

Her brother had a scar beside his heart, left from saving her back then.

The doctor said the knife wound was just a centimeter away from costing her brother his life, yet her brother was never afraid, standing one against five, pointing a knife at those thugs, roaring, "If you want to touch my sister, it’s over my dead body, otherwise it will be your death."

Four years ago, when the virus was rampant, how many were infected and died, how many shunned it with fear?

She was infected at the time, no hospital beds were available, even her parents avoided her, but her brother, fearless of infection, took care of her until she fully recovered.

If asked who loves her the most in this world.

It’s not her parents, but her fraternal twin brother.

Walking out of the hospital gate, Victoria had just placed an online car order when Eugene Vaughn’s call came in.

She glanced at the time, it was almost eleven o’clock, and immediately answered, "Eugene..."

Eugene’s voice was urgent, heavy, and slightly cold, "I checked the home monitor, you’ve been out all day. I went to the research lab looking for you, but you weren’t there either. It’s already late at night, where the hell did you go? Why aren’t you home?"

Victoria heard the urgency and anger in his tone and quickly explained, "I’m at the First People’s Hospital, I..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when the man on the other end of the phone seemed to burst suddenly, his icy, harsh tone rising as he shouted her full name, "Victoria Sinclair, what exactly are you doing? Who did you go to see?"

Victoria was so scared that she froze, not daring to speak for a moment.

They’ve been married two years, Eugene had ignored her, been distant, occasionally drunk and saying hurtful things, and even indirectly mocked her.

But being so harsh with her, it was the first time.

It seemed he realized his anger had frightened her, Eugene’s voice softened a bit, but he was still anxious, "Answer me, Victoria Sinclair."