Chapter 116
He walked to the bedside and reached out to touch her cheek but saw that even in sleep, she was restless, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.
His fingers hovered in mid–air, then curled and retreated.
These unfamiliar feelings had been surfacing more and more lately, but Henry preferred not to examine their cause too closely.
If something threatened to spiral beyond his control, he would simply prevent it from happening.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Gideon.
Henry: [Still alive?]
Gideon: [Thanks for your concern. I'm fine.]
Henry: [How are preparations coming along?]
Gideon: [I heard she jumped out of a car?]
Henry's face darkened at the message. Had the news spread that quickly?
The next second, Barrett's message also arrived.
Barrett: [Henry, is Victoria okay? What happened? Why did she jump out of the car? You need to talk to her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.]
Henry felt a headache coming on. His dislike for Camille intensified.
He ignored Barrett and typed a reply to Gideon.
Henry: [Her head's fine.]
Gideon: [Dude... seriously? She's hurt! Can't you ease up a bit? Hypnosis can really mess with someone's mind. What if she ends up with a vegetable? Are you still gonna want her then?]
Henry: [So much for your medical degree.]
He put his phone away and turned to lie down on the sofa.
Victoria had slept for a long time. She woke up at the crack of dawn, checked her phone, and saw it was just past five.
She struggled to get up to use the bathroom and was surprised to see the man on the sofa.
He... hadn't left?
Seemingly hearing her movements, the man on the sofa opened his eyes and looked directly at her.
In the dim light of the ward, their eyes met.
Victoria blinked, quickly composing herself, and moved to get out of bed.
Henry abruptly got up and walked towards her. Before she could react, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
Victoria was shocked. "He actually did that? Did he lose his mind?"
Meeting her surprised gaze, Henry asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want me to help you take them off?"
"No." Victoria snapped back to reality and quickly averted her eyes.
Henry turned and walked out.
After washing up, she held onto the wall and slowly walked out. The bone in her right foot was fractured, and she couldn't bear weight for the time being, so she put all her weight on her left foot, making it difficult to walk.
"Are you done?"
The man's deep voice came from outside the door. He seemed to haven't slept well, his tone laced with impatience.
"I can do it myself," she said.
But in the next second, the bathroom door opened, and he walked in again and picked her up.
"I can do it myself," Victoria said, frowning.
"Shut up," Henry said.
Victoria bit her tongue. "Jerk."
Grace quickly brought breakfast. Victoria ate some. After eight o'clock, the doctor came to check on her injuries.
The doctor was very respectful to Henry. "Mr. Harrison, Mrs. Harrison's abrasions will heal faster if you apply ointment every day."
The nurse handed over the ointment.
Henry took it, his expression cold and indifferent, but his eyes swept over Victoria.
Just then, Camille and Sebastian's voices came from the doorway.
"Vicky, how are you?"
Camille's attitude was completely different from yesterday. Now, her face was full of concern. She came in and held Victoria's hand, looking extremely distressed.
Sebastian's face was etched with genuine worry. "Vicky, what happened? Tell me."
Camille's expression stiffened.
Victoria pulled her hand away and said softly, "I'm much better now."
She turned to Sebastian with a smile. "Seb, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
But Sebastian looked at her closely. He had been away on a business trip two days ago and rushed back yesterday as soon as he heard the news, but he didn't arrive until early this morning. Afraid of disturbing her, he hadn't come over immediately.
Someone had posted the dashcam footage online, and a close friend immediately sent him the video. Seeing the moment Victoria jumped out of the car, his heart skipped a beat!
It was Camille's car.
Camille was always cold to them. Something must have happened to upset Victoria.
Sebastian was very distraught. He reached out and ruffled her hair. "If you don't want me to worry, tell me as soon as something happens, okay?"
"Okay."
Victoria's smile was soft, and her clear eyes held a hint of dependence on him.
Henry watched the scene indifferently, a coldness flashing in his eyes. He said flatly, "Are you just here to make small talk?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Camille said, "Victoria, you won't be able to rest well in the hospital. Come home with me today. I'll take care of you. You'll be more comfortable at home."
Victoria, already aware of the situation, glanced at Camille's apprehension towards Henry. Her eyes flickered, and she nodded. "Okay."
Camille said, "Sebastian, carry your sister out. I'll handle the discharge procedures."
She then turned to Henry. "Henry m, you're so busy with work. There's no need for you to come along. I'll take good care of her."
Henry replied coldly, "She's my wife. I can't bear to be away from her for even a day."
Camille was speechless. Who would believe that? Still, he had already said it, so how could she refuse? It would make him suspicious!
"Young love is truly something," Camille said with a smile.
"Victoria is a lucky woman to have married you."
Victoria was speechless, too.
She shot Henry an icy glare.
He could really say anything! However, she didn't object.
With him around, the Hardwicks wouldn't dare to act up, and they wouldn't say a word about her antics either, for fear of offending Henry.
Back at the Hardwick Villa, Sebastian gently placed Victoria on her bed. He sighed with a hint of self–reproach. "Vicky, I'm sorry. I've been so busy that I haven't had time to care for you."
"Hey, don't say that!" Victoria quickly reassured him. "This has nothing to do with you. Mom said a lot of things I didn't like, and I'm certainly not going to let this go easily. Don't worry."
Sebastian ruffled her hair again. "Okay, I'll back you up."
Victoria smiled.
Just then, Camille walked in, followed by a servant carrying a tray. "I had the kitchen stew some chicken soup," she said. "It's full of nourishing herbs. Have some. It'll help you heal faster."
Victoria leaned against the headboard and glanced at the soup. "Mom," she said, "I want to drink the soup you made yourself."
Camille paused, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. She hadn't cooked in years!
Used to a life of luxury, she hated the smell of cooking oil and greasy kitchens.
She was about to refuse when Henry walked in. The words of rejection died on her lips, and she found herself agreeing, "Alright, I'll get right on it."
Henry settled into the Hardwick Villa, setting up his workspace in Victoria's room.
Later, Camille brought over a steaming bowl of chicken soup had made. Victoria took a sip, and a look of distaste crossed her face.