Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Julian Fordham, We’re Truly Finished!
Victoria Monroe never expected that the one to rescue her would not be Julian Fordham, a friend of eighteen years, but him, Rhys Hawthorne.
He was clearly still in Portoros at noon, saying he would accompany someone for afternoon tea and would arrive later.
But in this storm, Rhys Hawthorne once again appeared in her world like a god.
"Ms. Monroe, are you okay?" Rhys Hawthorne asked, suppressing his murderous emotions and lowering his voice.
The woman clinging to his neck looked so frail, her face as pale as a sheet.
Victoria Monroe’s whole body was cold and aching, her cramped legs and joints felt as if being pricked by needles under the soaked cold water, concentrating all the pain in her abdomen.
She had wholeheartedly accepted these two children, but it seemed fate was playing a cruel joke on her.
She shivered as she embraced Rhys Hawthorne’s neck, showing a terrified and uneasy expression for the first time, tears rolling down as she trembled and said, "I’m not okay, Rhys Hawthorne, save us!"
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Julian Fordham thought of all the scenes from before: Victoria Monroe vomiting, wearing patient attire that night.
A thought arose in his mind.
When Rhys Hawthorne placed Victoria Monroe by the pool, she was wearing a white pure cotton nightdress.
Between her legs, bright red blood slowly trickled down her thighs.
Lana Jameson understood immediately what had happened, having been in a similar situation herself.
Although she didn’t like Victoria Monroe, if she were pregnant and Lana had pushed her into the water, she would have personally killed her own grandson.
She muttered to herself, "No, impossible..."
The blood was a piercing red to Julian Fordham’s eyes, and Rachel Hayes, originally intending to call him, saw the blood between Victoria Monroe’s legs and her complexion changed drastically.
She had only one thought.
It’s over!
Julian Fordham staggered toward Victoria Monroe like a lone beast, wailing in grief, "Victoria!"
Finn Lancaster and others rushed with their group, only to see such a scene.
Julian Fordham knelt on the ground, trying to hold Victoria Monroe, "Victoria, I’ll take you to the hos..."
"Slap!"
Victoria Monroe, barely holding on, slapped Julian Fordham hard across the face.
Her lips were deathly pale, tears fell, yet the mist couldn’t hide the hatred in her eyes as she gritted her teeth and said each word clearly, "Julian Fordham, we’re finished!"
Julian Fordham’s pupils suddenly dilated, with only Victoria Monroe’s devastating words echoing in his mind.
Rhys Hawthorne emerged, took the coat from Assistant Woods.
Although it was slightly wet outside, the inside was still dry, and he immediately wrapped it around Victoria Monroe.
He kneeled on one knee in front of her, carefully lifting her up, "We’ll go to the hospital immediately."
Victoria Monroe didn’t know whether she was cold or scared; her whole body trembled uncontrollably, "Rhys Hawthorne, no matter what happens, save my child..."
"Alright, the child will be fine."
The staff, including Director Lancaster, were stunned by this unfolding scene.
As the heavy rain fell, the driver held an umbrella for the two of them.
Rhys Hawthorne carried Victoria Monroe away, blood trailing along her calves.
Assistant Woods couldn’t follow Rhys Hawthorne to the hospital; he needed to stay and keep things quiet.
After all, Victoria Monroe hadn’t received the certificate; Rhys Hawthorne didn’t want any rumors spreading.
He walked step by step towards Finn Lancaster, who had some impression of him.
Previously, Assistant Woods was Rhys Hawthorne’s only assistant, a few years ago, he was young and inconspicuous.
But after years of experience, he exuded confidence with Rhys Hawthorne absent.
He took out a business card from his pocket, "Director Lancaster, the master of our family doesn’t wish for any word of tonight’s events to go out."
Finn Lancaster saw the business card, his expression changed immediately, "Rhys, Rhys..."
Assistant Woods said solemnly, "Forgot to introduce, the master is from Portoros, Hawthorne Family."
Julian Fordham could only hear Victoria Monroe’s heartless voice in his mind, staring at the striking poolside blood, a soaked piece of paper floating at the edge.
Kneeling on the ground, he trembled as he reached out, though it was wet, he could faintly see Victoria Monroe’s handwriting.
They were isolated words, with a black pen circling one character.
His hands uncontrollably trembled, as his tears unexpectedly fell on that character "Hope".