Chapter 80
Gideon's words were like a key that unlocked all the hidden, unwillingly sealed thoughts in Henry's heart, thoughts he had long buried and never wanted to revisit.
The recent irritability, the unexplained anger, suddenly, it all seemed to make sense.
Henry pressed his lips into a thin line, and after a long pause, he suddenly let out a low chuckle. "So you're saying I like her?"
"I didn't say that," Gideon quickly waved his hands. "Everyone who knows you knows that you like Sarah. How could you like a woman who's been scheming against you?"
Henry gave a self–mocking smile but didn't deny it.
At this moment, he had calmed down. He did like Victoria, or rather, he liked her body.
When they were tangled in bed, he was deeply obsessed with her body and her scent.
So, even knowing her manipulative ways, he still went along with their married life.
For the past five years, she had been a competent wife. But after the car accident, she had changed completely. He no longer recognized her.
Vika, To him, this was undoubtedly a deception.
He despised those who deceived him, and Victoria was no exception. Therefore, he couldn't let her have her way in everything. When it came to divorce, it had to be his decision, not hers. She didn't have the right to bring it up.
Gideon observed the calmness returning to Henry's face and, for a moment, couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
He took another sip of water and said, "During this time, you should think carefully about what's coming next.
If she regains her memory, she'll probably still insist on the divorce, and that'll be a real headache. "
"She doesn't have the right," Henry replied coldly, his eyes once again taking on their usual aloofness.
Gideon raised an eyebrow, sensing that Henry wasn't so eager for a divorce after all.
"What about Sarah?" he asked. "She came back to the country specifically for you. What are you planning to do about that?"
Henry stood up, calmly straightening his collar. "Don't worry about that."
He left those ambiguous words behind before turning and walking out.
Gideon sat back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping rhythmically on the table. After a long pause, he let out a helpless smile. He thought to himself, "Why should I deal with other people's affairs? I haven't even resolved my own issues yet."
In the hospital room, Sarah was filled with jealousy, but she had to put on a pitiful and innocent expression.
"Jude, I didn't mean it. I wrongfully blamed your mother. Please don't be mad at me, okay?"
Jude's little face remained tight, but hearing her words, he shook his head. "Ms. Miller, I'm not mad at you. Your leg was already hurt."
Sarah smiled gently. "Jude, you're such an angel. If only I could have a son like you."
"Send Jude back." At that moment, Henry's cold voice came from the doorway.
Soon, a bodyguard entered and took Jude away.
The room fell silent in an instant. Sarah looked at Henry with a hint of unease. "Henry, I..."
"Stay put until your leg heals," Henry interrupted her, his tone was flat.
Sarah felt uncertain and softly asked, "Henry, are you angry with me?"
Henry looked at her with cool indifference. "Angry with you about what?"
Sarah bit her lip and said, "I wrongfully accused Mrs. Harrison. It was my fault."
Sarah lowered her gaze, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes under the blanket. Her heart was uneasy, and for a moment, she even felt a piercing, chilling gaze fall upon her. It made her tremble slightly.
But it was only for a moment.
Henry's deep, magnetic voice sounded. "It's fine."
His tone was casual as he added, "Rest well. When your leg heals, I want to see you dance."
Sarah quickly looked up, a smile lighting up her face. "Okay."
Henry turned and left, and there were now two bodyguards stationed at the door.