Chapter 91
Emma noticed Jude's gaze and shot him a glance. "What are you looking at? Do You think I am pretty?"
Jude snorted coldly and turned his face away, refusing to look at Emma, thinking to himself, "What an annoying little brat."
Emma also huffed, turning her head to the other side as the two little ones ignored each other..
Victoria observed this scene and fell silent for a moment.
She suddenly felt worried about how the upcoming week would go. She hoped these two little ones could make things easier for her.
Victoria opened the front passenger door and sat down, fastening her seatbelt. As she lifted her gaze, she caught Henry staring at her thoughtfully.
Victoria became alert. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Henry started the car and spoke in his deep, magnetic voice. "You seem to like baby girls. How about we have a daughter?"
Victoria's eyes widened in shock as if she had heard a horror story. "Don't tell scary stories, okay? I'm prone to nightmares."
Henry glanced at Victoria and replied, "Once you regain your memory, you will be willing."
Victoria thought, "Doesn't he want his dream girl anymore? Didn't he mind my past and find me displeasing?"
Victoria tried to maintain her distance from Henry, and the thought of wanting to divorce him grew stronger.
She took out her phone and messaged Diana: [Dear, help me. Introduce me to that amazing lawyer you know, hurry.]
Diana replied with a question mark and then shared Victoria a contact info.
Victoria: [Thank you.]
She quickly added the contact, but the person didn't reply immediately. Victoria's expression was serious as she thought, "At least I can't file for divorce right now. I need to help Sebastian through this difficult time."
The sycamores by the roadside stood tall and lush, their shade bringing a refreshing coolness.
The black–and–gold gate recognized Henry's license plate and opened automatically, allowing the luxury car to enter the garage.
Victoria undid Emma's seatbelt and lifted her out of the car. "Let's go. I'll show you your room."
"Okay," Emma said, holding Victoria's hand, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity as she looked around.
"Victoria." Henry said.
"What's wrong?" Victoria turned her head, looking at him in confusion.
Henry said, "Aren't you going to attend to your son?"
Victoria blurted out, "He's your son, too."
As soon as Victoria said this, she felt Henry's gaze turn icy, a chill wrapping around her.
Victoria bit her tongue, thinking, "Why did I bother to argue?"
She walked over and leaned down to undo Jude's seatbelt, her expression very indifferent. "Alright."
Jude wasn't very satisfied, thinking, "Why isn't she carrying me? She treats that girl so gently, but she's so cold towards me, her own son."
Jude pouted, standing still as he looked at Victoria, "Carry me."
"You're being unreasonable." Victoria frowned, "You're already five years old. I can't carry you anymore."
But Jude stubbornly insisted, "No way. You have to carry me."
Victoria looked at little Jude, whose face resembled Henry's closely, feeling like their personalities were merging. They both seemed to be relentless in getting what they wanted.
"Can't you ask nicely if you need her? She's your mom, not your servant". Emma's little voice chimed in as she looked at Jude with a naive expression.
Jude shot back immediately. "That's my mom. How I interact with her is my business. It's none of your concern."
Emma walked over and shook her head. "No wonder your mom doesn't like you. I don't like you either."
After saying that, Emma grabbed Victoria's hand. "Ms. Victoria, let's go."
Victoria hesitated, feeling a bit scared that Henry might take his anger out on Emma.
However, when Victoria glanced at the indifferent Henry standing nearby, she noticed he was unmoved.
She was a bit surprised but didn't delve deeper.
Jude was fuming with rage, thinking, "Why is she so annoying? What happened between me and my mom is none of her business! My mom doesn't hate me. She used to like me a lot."
Jude's fists clenched as he watched Victoria leave with Emma without looking back. Suddenly, tears welled up in his once–bright eyes.
"Why are you crying? Those tears are useless."
Jude looked up at the tall Henry, sobbing slightly, "Dad, does Mom not like me anymore?"
"She just lost her memory."
Jude lowered his gaze, but he felt otherwise.
He believed that even if Victoria regained her memory, she wouldn't like him anymore.