CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: ADMINISTER THE MEDICATION—I’LL BEAR THE CONSEQUENCES IF THE PREGNANCY FAILS

Corbin Prescott knew how deep the feelings were between Julian Fordham and Victoria Monroe, and also knew how much Julian wanted a child.

Over the past few years, Victoria Monroe has failed multiple times to conceive, and Julian Fordham gently reassured her, saying it was okay.

Privately, he drank alone, smoked, and spent nights after nights sleepless.

Lana Jameson was constantly urging him to have a grandson and even wanted to find a woman to conceive for him. When Julian refused, she threatened him with her life.

Julian Fordham, under various pressures, finally made this difficult decision.

That night, Corbin Prescott accompanied him, drinking the whole night.

As the sun rose, he spoke, as if trying to convince himself, "She’ll forgive me, won’t she?"

But today, he overturned his decision.

Julian Fordham held a cigarette, the red glow flickering at his fingertips, the white smoke blurring his features. He pulled a bitter smile, his voice almost hoarse, "Corbin, I brought this upon myself. I don’t want a child anymore, I just want Victoria Monroe by my side forever."

Corbin Prescott was infected by his dejected mood and softly reassured him, "Boss, I understand how you feel. You once taught me not to make any decisions in moments of emotional turmoil. Maybe you should decide what to do about the child once you’ve regained your rationality."

With those words, a video was sent to Julian Fordham’s phone from an unknown number.

Before opening it, he saw it was Victoria Monroe.

It was apparent the sender was Rhys Hawthorne.

He quickly opened the video.

In the video, Victoria Monroe’s makeup had been removed, revealing an extremely fragile face.

Her thin face was buried in a soft white satin pillow. Her eyes were closed, consciousness not yet returned, with her dry, chapped lips murmuring incoherently.

Julian Fordham turned up the volume to the maximum extent, barely able to make out her voice: "Julian Fordham, I’m in pain, don’t leave."

"It’s so cold, am I dying?"

"Julian Fordham, don’t abandon me."

"Help, someone save me..."

Her unconscious mumblings revealed the desperate situation she was in, bound in the bathroom, how cold and in pain she must have been?

Tears trickled softly down her pale cheeks, soaking into the pillowcase, disappearing into tiny droplets.

At the end of the video, he heard Victoria Monroe murmuring, "Julian, how did you become like this?"

Julian Fordham couldn’t hold it in anymore, as if someone had reached into his chest, forcefully extracting his heart.

That heart was crushed bare-handed, leaving just an empty void.

So cold, yet so hollow.

Victoria Monroe’s questioning pierced his heart with each word. Yes, how did he become like this?

Rhys Hawthorne’s message came again.

It was a photograph he had deliberately taken before Victoria Monroe’s wrist was bandaged.

But it couldn’t surpass the image of him pushing open the bathroom door, seeing Victoria Monroe sitting lifelessly in the bathtub, her hair and lashes frozen into snow.

Both beautiful and cruel.

[Is this what you call love? Knowing you were such a despicable person, I should’ve risked everything to take her away! Julian Fordham, I warned you to treat her well, didn’t I? Someone like you doesn’t deserve to have her anymore!]

Julian Fordham called back, only to find the number had been disconnected.

Rhys Hawthorne had set him up mercilessly.

It was his own fault.

Yet he just wanted to ask how Victoria Monroe was doing now.

His Victoria, is she okay?

Julian Fordham watched that less than a minute-long video over and over again, seeing Victoria Monroe so frail, brought back memories of the year she was accidentally injured on set.

When he traveled thousands of miles to her side, she was in such a weakened state, as if she could vanish at any moment.

But the first thing she said upon waking was, "Julian Fordham, let’s break up."

The doctor told her that her uterus was injured, making it difficult for her to conceive in the future.

He knew she was trying to earn more money quickly to help resolve his company issues, thus taking on several filming projects.

If not because of him, she wouldn’t have been overworked to the point of injury.

She loved him wholeheartedly; how could he fail her?

Julian Fordham was unprepared for anything, and he proposed on the spot, swearing to treat her well all his life, never to betray her!

Victoria Monroe held him, crying uncontrollably, "Julian Fordham, are you stupid? If you marry me, we’ll never have children."

Back then, how did he respond, gently wiping her tears with warmth and affection: "You are my whole world, what more would I need than you?"

He cared for her closely for half a month, and on Victoria Monroe’s first day out of the hospital, they registered their marriage.

Back then, they were so in love, no difficulty could tear them apart.

Why did it become this way?

Julian Fordham tightly gripped his phone, and when he lifted his gaze, his eyes had turned icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

"Do as I say, have Rachel Hayes undergo surgery today, offer her five million, consider it as the compensation for breaching the contract, after which we will have no relation."

"Yes, boss."

Julian Fordham touched his wedding ring; he ignored everything else, except for Victoria Monroe.

"Find a private hospital; she hasn’t registered openly. After suffering frostbite, he will surely conduct a full body check, only hospitals can do that."

Though it might take some time to track down, he was no longer the naï ve boy of the past, he would definitely find Victoria Monroe!

Victoria Monroe had said that as long as Rachel Hayes aborted the child, she could pretend it never happened and forgive him.

His fingers repeatedly stroked the cold screen, wishing desperately that he could be the one by Victoria Monroe’s side now.

Such a helpless her, how she must have yearned for him to appear in her world.

Julian Fordham regretted so deeply he felt his guts turning blue, why did he have to confine her?

If she had indeed died last night, he would be unable to absolve himself from blame even a hundred times over.

The hospital.

Rhys Hawthorne stayed by Victoria Monroe’s side, conducting a full examination on her, particularly concerning the child in her womb.

Since the embryo was still so small, it could only be determined that there wasn’t a miscarriage and nothing more could be observed, further monitoring was necessary.

Her fever persisted intensely, resulting in continuous murmuring.

The doctor’s face showed deep concern as he said, "Third Young Master, with her fever this high, drug treatment is unavoidable. If her fever continues like this, forget the baby in her belly; even the mother may face issues."

Rhys Hawthorne glanced at her flat abdomen; the outcome of medication could not guarantee the child’s safety.

Perhaps it would lead to miscarriage, hinder development, or even... cause deformity.

Seeing her face gradually redden from pale, Rhys Hawthorne sighed, "Administer the medication, I’ll take responsibility for the consequences of a halted pregnancy."