Chapter 108
"I actually have a question for you," Victoria said, controlling her anger. "Why did Ms. Miller call me in the middle of the night?"
Henry froze for a moment at the mention of Sarah. "Sarah called you?"
Victoria took out her phone and displayed the number. "Do not tell me this is not hers."
Henry gave it a quick glance and replied, "That is not her number."
She thought, "Ha, so he does care. Just a quick glance, and he knows."
Victoria's gaze turned icy. "She sent me a lot of bragging texts from this number."
She then showed him the messages Sarah had sent.
Noticing him remain silent, her expression grew darker. "I am going to confront her now. Do not get in my way".
With that, she turned and walked away.
Henry's expression soured. He had never expected Sarah to send provocative photos and messages to Victoria.
Even the chat history from the night before, where Jude had asked her to read him a bedtime story, had been forwarded to Victoria.
Victoria thought, "The intent behind her actions is clear."
Victoria jumped into the car, slammed her foot on the gas, and raced toward the hospital. Henry quickly followed behind her.
She thought, "Some problems are not easy to fix."
The streets were quiet at this late hour, with only the occasional car passing by. Victoria's expression hardened, her grip on the steering wheel tightening until her knuckles turned white.
She thought, "A light punishment would be too lenient for Sarah! To insult me in front of a child, leaving Emma in tears- she deserves to be punished!"
The car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. The building stood eerily silent.
Bang!
Victoria burst through the ward door and found Sarah sitting on the bed, looking exhausted with bloodshot eyes, a complete mess.
Upon seeing her, Sarah recoiled. "What do you want?"
Victoria stepped forward, her face devoid of expression.
Sarah instinctively shrank back, her voice trembling. "You... You! cannot bully me! Henry will not let you get away with this!"
Before she could finish, Victoria raised her hand, ready to slap her.
"Ah!" Sarah screamed, instinctively shielding her head with her arms.
But Victoria's slap never landed–her wrist was grabbed.
"Let go." Her voice was sharp, each word spoken deliberately.
Henry, who had been following her, reached the door just as she was about to strike. He quickly pulled her back. "Solve the problem, not make it worse. This will only escalate things."
"I don't need you to tell me what to do!"
Victoria looked at him angrily. "Let go of me!"
Thinking of how terrified Emma - who is not easily be afraid of anything, her pale face and trembling cries–guilt and regret threatened to overwhelm Victoria.
She thought, "Why do I have to endure this? If things are this bad, we might as well just end it all together!"
"Victoria, calm down," Henry said, his grip tightening on her wrist, his tone firm.
At that moment, Sarah, looking helpless, grabbed his sleeve. "Henry, I am so scared. She came in and tried to hit me. What did I do wrong?"
Victoria watched the scene unfold, her eyes reddening. Her emotions swirled as long–buried memories suddenly resurfaced.
She thought, "The elegant coats in the wardrobe, the style and makeup–so much like Sarah's. Five years of a distant marriage, Jude's coldness...I think I have left the past behind, but now it is all rushing back."
With a sudden burst of rage, she slapped Sarah across the face.
Sarah let out a startled cry, covering her face in disbelief. "How could you hit me?"
Victoria hated that her left hand lacked strength, the slap not loud enough.
Henry's grip on her right hand remained firm as she tried to strike, but his hold only tightened, causing her pain. Yet, she did not flinch or glance at him.
She coldly fixed her gaze on Sarah. "Do you want to die? Calling me in the middle of the night?"
Sarah acted fragile and helpless. "I just need to ask you something."
"What could you possibly need to ask in the middle of the night?" Victoria's voice was harsh and commanding. "You knew a child was answering the phone and still had the audacity to insult her? Do you have any respect?"
Sarah felt uneasy under her gaze. Her legs were in bad shape, and though she wanted to see Henry, he refused.
Believing Victoria was keeping them apart, she grew angrier throughout the night.
In the end, she called, wanting to ask if everything she said before had been a lie and if she never intended to divorce.
But she had not expected Emma to pick up the phone. Overcome with emotion, she blurted out with curse. When Emma started to cry, she was so startled that she quickly ended the call, feeling uneasy ever since.
She thought, "But right now, there is no way I can admit to cursing the child!"
Sarah quickly turned to Henry with a pleading look. "Henry, I did not do it. Please believe me. If I gave Mrs. Harrison that impression, I would definitely apologize to her."
She lowered herself to the ground, and with the slap from Victoria earlier, her act of being pitiful was done to perfection.
She thought, "Henry will definitely be moved–he has never been the type to stand by and watch me suffer."
Henry's gaze hardened as he turned to Victoria. His deep voice was devoid of warmth. "Victoria, are you done making a scene?"
"Is this your new tactic?" Victoria sneered, her expression icy, she slapped Sarah across the face again. "Sorry, I did not mean to hit you."
One sentence, another slap.
"Really sorry, my hand just itched."
Slap!
"But when I see you, my hand just will not listen."
She delivered three slaps in quick succession. Although her left hand had little strength left, the extra slaps still stung.
Sarah covered her face with both hands. "Victoria, have you lost your mind?!" She screamed, her appearance completely disheveled.
Victoria was yanked aside, stumbling back a step. Her hair fell over her face, and she brushed it aside, glaring coldly at Henry, now standing in front of Sarah.
Her gaze finally landed on him, icy and detached.
"Watch your Ms. Miller. If she pulls any more tricks, I will not let her off the hook."
With that, she turned and walked away.
"Henry, is Mrs. Harrison out of her mind?" Sarah cried, clutching her face dramatically.
Henry felt a headache building, his forehead veins throbbing as his entire demeanor grew icy.
He turned to her, his eyes cold. "Why did you send her those messages?"