Chapter 25
Henry lifted his gaze, and the moment his eyes landed on her, he froze.
Ever since she left Rose Villa, the house had felt cold and empty. The servants were the same, the decorations unchanged, but without her, it just didn't feel right.
He hadn't really paid it much mind before. But now, he found himself unwilling to return.
He had come back this time because of Jude, hoping that bringing him here would restore the warmth they once had. But it was still lacking. That was until Victoria appeared.
She casually sat on the sofa, fiddling with her phone, but somehow, the house seemed to change.
Her presence seemed to fill the emptiness, like the coldness had been chased away.
Henry looked her up and down, a strange feeling rising in his chest.
She still had her long, wavy hair and delicate makeup, her eyes and brows carefully done, with red lips that made her look even more vibrant. She wore a black off-shoulder dress that reached her knees, exposing her slender legs.
She was striking, even more so than before.
She was nothing like the image he remembered, and it left him with an uncomfortable feeling.
"Go make dinner," Henry said coldly, his voice low and detached.
"Huh?" Victoria looked up at him, puzzled. "What are you talking about? Didn't you ask me to come here to sign the divorce papers?"
She let out a dry laugh, irritated. Was she really being treated like a maid now?
Henry's gaze fell on the papers on the table. The words "divorce agreement" felt strangely sharp under his eyes.
His expression darkened even more. "I need to eat before I can sign."
Victoria frowned, her annoyance growing. "Are you seriously this weak now? I never would've guessed it. You need to take some medicine."
Henry's grip on the tablet tightened. He was certain she was doing this on purpose.
Victoria's eyes were cold, and her voice matched the chill. "Henry, are you messing with me again? Does it make you feel good to toy with me? Did I really know you were this terrible back then?"
Each word felt like a dagger, striking deep into his chest.
Henry's eyes flared with fury, and his face grew even colder. "You want a divorce, right? Fine. But you'll do it on my terms. If I'm satisfied, then maybe I'll consider it."
Victoria glared at him, her contempt obvious. "What was I thinking back then? How could I have fallen for someone like you?"
"Victoria!" Henry bellowed, clearly seething with anger.
Victoria's heart skipped a beat, but she showed no fear. She shot back, "Sign it already. The sooner you do, the more like a man you'll look."
Henry's rage boiled over, but to her surprise, he smiled darkly. Slowly, he set the tablet down and fixed his gaze on her, his eyes unreadable.
Victoria immediately tensed. Was he about to lose it?
Just then, in the tense silence of the room, Jude suddenly coughed into his hand. Moments later, tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked utterly pitiful.
Victoria's heart twisted. She quickly squeezed her fingers to keep her expression in check.
Henry handed Jude a glass of water, and after he drank, feeling a little better, he turned to Victoria. "You've lost your memory, but you're still his mother. What's wrong with making him a meal?"
So, Jude hadn't eaten yet.
Victoria tried to push the sting in her heart aside, forcing herself to focus on the situation at hand.
"Alright, one meal for a million dollars."