Chapter 161
Henry frowned at his empty hand with displeasure and reached out to take Victoria's hand again.
"Let's talk while holding hands." His voice was low, but his tone was icy.
People were coming and going at the gate of the hospital. Victoria didn't want to argue with Henry, or it would only embarrass her. She glanced at the car on the side of the road and said, "Let's talk in the car."
Then, drawing her hands out again, she got into the car and put her hands in her pockets to prevent him from catching them.
Henry gazed at her and chuckled, "Victoria, after what happened to the Hardwick family, are you still planning to divorce me?"
He thought that without the Hardwick family, she would have given up the idea of divorce. Otherwise, she would be alone, without power or background, and her life would be difficult.
But to his surprise, she still wanted a divorce.
"Is there any necessary connection, Huh?" Victoria glanced at him, and her clear, watery eyes regained their composure. "On the contrary, your wife is not a rich lady anymore. Why are you still maintaining this marriage?"
Henry said. "I would never use marriage as a means of consolidating my power.
The Hardwick family was far inferior to the Harrison family.
Five years ago, it was the Hardwick family that unexpectedly plotted against the Harrison family.
Otherwise, the Hardwick family would not even be worthy of carrying my shoes".
Looking at Henry's arrogant expression, Victoria squeezed her fingers and said, "But Henry, I don't want to continue a semblance of peace with you. You can't give me what I want. Divorce is the best choice."
He fixed his eyes on her and asked bluntly, "What do you want?"
Victoria replied, "I want half of the shares of the Harrison Group."
She thought, "Is it ridiculous to ask you to love me now?"
Victoria had decided never to be troubled by love, and it was her choice to distance herself from people who broke her heart.
So, she directly put forward a condition to which he would never, under any circumstances, consent.
"You are really greedy."
With a chuckle, Henry explained instead of getting angry, "Even if you take half of the shares of the Harrison Group, it is impossible for you to keep them. It's better for you to stay by my side and be my wife. I can give you what the shares can bring you."
Victoria stared at him quietly.
The car fell into silence.
Henry raised his eyebrows slowly. His gaze shifted inch by inch from Victoria's face, lingering for a few seconds on her lips.
She then said, "Henry, you have changed a lot. I remember that you were willing to divorce before. Why are you not now? Are you in love with me?"
She had asked him this question more than once, and his answer had always been the same.
It was impossible.
She didn't deserve it.
Victoria firmly believed that this time would be the same. And each time, after the conversation, they parted unhappily, as if they had entered a vicious cycle.
However, to her surprise, Henry replied, "I've thought about it carefully.
There is no benefit to me from going through a divorce.
First of all, Jude can't grow up in a single–parent or complicated family.
Secondly, I'm used to your smell. It may be hard for me to find another smell that makes me feel as good as yours. "
Victoria felt nothing but helplessness, as if she were in a damp and muddy swamp surrounded by mist. She was caught in it. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.
Victoria pulled out her phone and found the photo of Henry and Sarah hugging.
"Look, you were very delighted with her return. Your eyes can't lie. Do you want her to be your mistress without a divorce?"
Henry stared icily at the photo on Victoria's phone, wondering who had sent it to her.
She seemed to have received such a photo more than once.
Henry glanced up at her and suddenly asked, "Are you jealous?"
Victoria blinked. How had the subject come to this? Aren't they discussing Sarah's identity now? She was his beloved woman!
Victoria put away her phone and growled, "Don't change the subject. If we do not get a divorce, she will have to be a mistress. Are you willing to feel aggrieved?"
"You are wrong about one thing."
Henry fixed his charming eyes on Victoria. "I haven't cheated on you or have a mistress."
Victoria sneered. Did he believe it himself?
Was it true that, in his opinion, as long as they didn't have sex, it was not cheating?
Sarah was his beloved one, not hers. Why should she bother?
Victoria asked calmly, "How on earth do you have to agree to a divorce?"
The atmosphere in the car immediately became tense.
Strands of chill slowly spread, and Henry's eyes betrayed his impatience.
Victoria's eyelashes fluttered, and her cell phone vibrated. She pulled it out and saw a message from Pete.
Pete asked: [Why haven't you come back yet? Are you feeling well?]
Instead of replying to Pete at once,
Victoria asked Henry. "If I find evidence to prove that I didn't plot against you five years ago, will you agree?"
A familiar feeling of annoyance overwhelmed Henry, and his eyes grew cold and deep. He said, "Yes. As long as you can prove your innocence, I will agree to a divorce."
His affirmative answer was a relief to Victoria.
"I'll definitely find the evidence."
With that, she opened the car door and got out.
Staring at her slender back with mixed emotions, Henry dialed Barrett's number.
"Henry, what's the matter?"
He ordered, "Look for Joanna. I want all the evidence she has."
Barrett was puzzled. "Why do you want it?"
Henry's tone turned icy. "Do as I say."
Then, he hung up.
Victoria's failure to obtain evidence would keep her as his wife forever.
Victoria went back, only to see Ava chatting with some old people. Pete stood on one side, looking quite used to it.
At the sight of Victoria, he asked, "Is it settled?"
She glanced at him in shock. "Did you see him?"
"It was hard to ignore such an arrogant man." Pete shrugged and continued, "Victoria, is that the man you've always been in love with?"
Victoria remained silent, even unwilling to admit it.
Pete was straightforward. He made the most heartbreaking remark with the gentlest expression. "You married him, but you are not happy."
"Well, shut up." Victoria glared at Pete. "You know so much!"
He chuckled, "Didn't you promise to thank me before? How are you going to thank me?"
"What?" Victoria was dumbfounded. "You told me that you should take care of my grandmother because she had helped you."
"Did I say that?" Pete played dumb.
Victoria was speechless, but it was indeed necessary for her to thank him, so she asked, "I'll treat you to a meal. You can eat whatever you want."
Pete stroked his chin and replied, "There is a revolving restaurant in Camoreham that is said to be very good. Let's go there."