CHAPTER 76: CHAPTER 76: I WANT IT—ARE YOU WILLING TO GIVE IT TO ME?

Victoria adjusted her emotions and slowly walked into the hospital.

After she filed for divorce from Julian, so far Julian has only transferred a small portion of the money to her, and their assets have not been completely divided yet.

There are still over twenty days, he intends to coax her back during this time.

Thinking about Lana’s words, she realized she was wrong from the beginning.

His reluctance to divorce isn’t completely about his feelings for her, the cost of divorce is too high.

Even if she doesn’t want two-thirds, marital property must still be split in half.

Julian’s main assets have all rapidly increased after they got their marriage certificate.

So it’s not that he can’t bear losing her, he can’t bear losing that money.

While coaxing her, he’s outside having children with someone else, gaining the maximum benefit at the lowest cost.

How is he not a shrewd businessman?

This foolish woman even considers his hardships along the way, afraid of ruining him, wanting to part peacefully.

She takes a step back, and he advances a hundred feet.

Thinking carefully, how can someone who truly loves her put her in a position to lose her?

If he valued her, he wouldn’t pretend to be confused while knowingly deceiving her, repeatedly.

Getting Rachel pregnant wasn’t a careless mistake, it was a choice made after weighing various values.

She should have realized it earlier, when she and Rachel’s child were placed on the scale, regardless of which side the weight leaned toward, she was a loser.

Women are too emotional, eighteen years of feelings blinded her eyes and covered her heart.

Giving him the lowest cost for his mistakes.

Ending up like today, she deserved it!

She raised her head, reaching out to catch the snowflakes, watching them melt in her palm.

Even if a snowflake’s life is short, at least from its birth to its demise, it is free.

Cold snowflakes fell into her eyes, cool.

As if all her tears had drained away in the underground garage, her eyes were empty, her inner depression dispelled, leaving only a blood-pumping courage to move forward.

To take back everything that belongs to her.

To ruthlessly revenge the shameless man and woman!

Victoria made up her mind on the way back.

She’ll go with the flow, pretending not to know, first reassuring her grandmother, then finding an excuse to send her to a nursing home.

At the same time, let Julian lower his guard and transfer all assets.

Finally, publicly reveal Rachel’s true colors.

When Julian discovers the truth, she’ll give him an abortion certificate as their divorce gift.

Her grandmother originally had only a year and a half of life left, and now after the surgery, it might greatly reduce her lifespan, once her grandmother passes, Kenton will no longer be a place worth lingering for her.

She will leave completely, find a new place to start over.

Years of love will eventually come to an end.

Julian, the man she once gave everything to, will also disappear in the long river of her memory.

Victoria stood for a long time, and Rhys watched her for a long time.

He didn’t know what she was thinking, but he knew Victoria was ready for rebirth.

He spoke lightly, "Let’s go."

The Maybach vanished into the snow night.

Upstairs, Julian stood by the window in the corridor, though Victoria was wrapped up like a dumpling, he recognized her at a glance.

Watching her alone in the snow, catching snowflakes like a child, his heart ached faintly.

How long had it been since he’d seen Victoria like this?

Years ago, when there wasn’t so much work, Victoria would always pull him to run in the snow, build snowmen, and stuff snowballs down his collar.

She was playful, he was laughing.

After she retired, his work also got busier, leaving little time to accompany her.

Even upon returning, most of their interaction was in bed, his needs for her were great.

Julian spent all his time on those activities, so much so that he hadn’t accompanied her shopping, seeing a movie, or waiting for the first snow in a long time.

A few days ago, he specifically freed up time, wanting to make it up to her, accompany her for a stroll.

Ultimately, plans never keep up with changes, and he could only stay at the hospital with grandmother.

She would rather endure the cold outside than come back to face him.

Fate, how laughable.

Victoria made a small snowman in the snow, not forgetting to add leaves for decoration.

She held the small snowman upstairs.

At the end of the hallway, Julian leaned against the wall, smoke curling from the cigarette in his fingers, wafting along his hand’s bulging veins.

He looked towards Victoria, his eyes dark and profound like an ink-drenched sky without a trace of starlight, a darkness that seemed dangerous.

Victoria thought of her plan, the more she resisted, the less Julian would let go.

She deliberately walked towards the man and asked, "How’s grandma today?"

Julian originally thought she’d directly ignore him again, but unexpectedly she initiated a conversation.

He was somewhat flattered, "Everything’s fine."

As Victoria approached step by step, he caught a faint sandalwood scent from her.

She’s been with Rhys again today!

Julian raised his hand, wanting to grab her to inquire, but their relationship had already reached its lowest point, intense emotions churned within him.

Ultimately he did nothing, letting Victoria enter the room, while he snapped the cigarette in his hand.

Victoria held the small snowman, smiling as she looked at her grandmother, "Grandma, look."

A faint smile crossed her grandmother’s aged cheeks, "After all these years, your snowman-making skills haven’t improved."

"When you recover, we’ll make them together."

Victoria placed the snowman outside the window sill, the cold wind shaking the leaves on the snowman unsteadily.

The grandmother said meaningfully, "I’m old now, and can’t accompany you for much longer. In the future, let Julian accompany you."

"He’s too busy, doesn’t have time to be with me." Victoria Monroe took the initiative to agree with the old lady, avoiding suspicion from both her and Julian Fordham.

Julian Fordham extinguished his cigarette and walked in, "It’s my fault. I’ll make time to be with you more in the future."

Victoria Monroe did not respond; being too enthusiastic might cause suspicion instead.

Blurring reality and illusion is the best strategy.

The grandmother glanced at Julian Fordham, "I feel like eating some fruit."

"I’ll take care of it."

Julian Fordham sat beside them, peeling apples, tangerines, washing strawberries, cutting the fruit into small pieces, and prepared a portion for both the grandmother and Victoria Monroe.

Victoria Monroe didn’t refuse. Eating some fruit made her feel less nauseous and reassured the grandmother.

Seeing her eat the fruit he prepared, Julian Fordham felt a little happiness.

From past experiences, whenever Victoria Monroe began accepting the steps he offered, forgiveness wasn’t far away.

But what he didn’t know was this time he was waiting for a deep chasm of despair, not forgiveness.

Once women are no longer in love, men appear as the simplest lower creatures before them.

The grandmother breathed a sigh of relief, tentatively saying, "Girl, in my current state, I can’t live alone. Why don’t you find me a nanny?"

"Grandmother, both Victoria and I are here. How could we leave you living alone?"

Look at these two, singing in harmony, just waiting for her to jump.

The grandmother looked at Victoria Monroe, "If I lived together with you two, would I disturb you as a couple?"

All of their actions were within Victoria Monroe’s calculations.

She feigned a difficult expression, thinking, as if considering a choice, and finally reluctantly spoke, "How could that be? You’re my only family. I should take care of you."

Seeing that she didn’t oppose, the flame of hope in Julian Fordham’s heart grew brighter, "Once the grandmother finishes her day of observation in the hospital, we can go home."

Victoria Monroe hung her head and replied moodily, "Hmm."

In their eyes, she seemed reluctant, not knowing that Victoria Monroe’s lowered lashes concealed the complex dark light in her eyes.

Night fell.

The grandmother had already fallen asleep.

Victoria Monroe took a bath and changed into comfortable pajamas.

Once she sorted out her thoughts, she felt much more relaxed.

It turned out people could burn away all obsessions in a single moment.

No matter how heavy the rain gets, she would rather get wet alone than use that umbrella again.

She silently saved screenshots of Rachel Hayes’ photos.

Since Rachel Hayes wanted to snatch someone else’s belongings so badly, she would soon find out what it felt like to be broken to pieces.

She gingerly stepped out of the room; Julian Fordham hadn’t covered himself with a blanket again.

This time she proactively fetched a blanket from the cabinet, using her award-winning actress skills as she walked toward Julian Fordham.

She bent down, carefully covering the man with the blanket.

She knew he wasn’t sleeping, just pretending.

Victoria Monroe sighed lightly, with her fingertips softly brushing against Julian Fordham’s cheek.

Then she murmured faintly, "Julian..."

Though there were only two characters, they tugged at the heartstrings.

The man’s lashes trembled lightly, and Victoria Monroe pretended not to see, turning to leave.

She wasn’t sure how deep Julian Fordham’s feelings for Rachel Hayes were, but she could at least be certain of one thing: Julian Fordham had her in his heart.

That was enough for her to play.

After Victoria Monroe left, Julian Fordham opened his eyes, and a passionate intensity surged into his cold eyes.

Heaven knows how much he wanted to pull Victoria Monroe into his arms at that moment.

He feared he would scare her away again.

Victoria Monroe’s attitude was starting to waver; she had him in her heart.

He raised his hand, touching the place where Victoria Monroe had just caressed, and his heart softened.

Victoria, I knew it, you still love me.

That night, Julian Fordham had a good sleep.

The next morning, before the grandmother woke up, Victoria Monroe was already standing in front of his sofa.

Julian Fordham opened his eyes and called with a husky voice, "Victoria."

Victoria Monroe’s face was set with determination, "I want to talk to you."

His drowsiness vanished in an instant.

They sat in a breakfast shop together.

Julian Fordham ordered a lot of food for her, but Victoria Monroe had no appetite, holding anti-nausea candy in her mouth.

"Regarding Grandmother’s matter, what are your plans?" she asked coldly.

Julian Fordham spoke, "She just had surgery. If she gets upset again because of our divorce, the next time might be hard to predict. I know you’re still angry with me. For the sake of Grandmother, please come back and live with us, okay?"

"No way." Victoria Monroe rejected flatly, "You want to lock me in the bathroom again?"

"I swear I’ll never do it again. I can sleep on the floor, in a partition, as long as we act like a loving couple before Grandmother."

Victoria Monroe fixed her gaze on him, "How can I trust you’re not setting a trap for me?"

"Victoria, do I have to dig my heart out for you to believe me?"

Victoria Monroe changed her tone, "No need for such trouble. We have applied for a divorce for over a week now, Julian Fordham. You should adhere to the divorce agreement’s terms, the property I want, stock transfer, asset division."

Her hands pressed against the table, applying pressure on Julian Fordham, "Could it be that you never intended to divorce me, deliberately finding excuses to stall? Julian Fordham, turns out to you, I am worth nothing."

The man’s hand covered her hand on the back, warm and heavy, with the cold wedding ring pressing painfully on her soft skin, causing discomfort.

Victoria Monroe tried to withdraw her hand, but Julian Fordham held it tightly, "Victoria, nothing in this world compares to your position in my heart."

Victoria Monroe sneered, "Is that so? I don’t believe it, unless you transfer the stock to me today."

She slowly leaned toward him, using her free hand to lift Julian Fordham’s chin, like a siren in the depths of the sea, with a tempting allure, "Julian Fordham, I want it. Are you willing to give it?"