Chapter 209 The Duality of Character
Victoria contemplated the nature of Ava's husband, her thoughts brimming with disdain. 'He must be truly despicable if they're not even willing to discuss him,' she mused.
"Another thing," William cautioned, his voice laced with a stern warning. "Please don’t barrage her with questions. If you upset her, I won't let it slide."
His threat wasn't solely in his tone or the stern gaze he fixed on her. He brandished a spoon in her direction, as though he'd strike her on the head if she dared to disregard his words.
Victoria retreated a few steps, her lips forming a petulant pout. "Alright, I won't ask. But why are you so fierce? You seem rather pleased."
His face hardened at her inexplicable remark. "What did you just say?" William demanded.
"You seem rather thrilled about her impending divorce," she clarified.
"Victoria, are you courting trouble?" His voice was stern, almost a growl. "If so, just say the word, and I won't hold back."
"I'm merely stating the obvious," Victoria retorted, a teasing grin playing on her lips. "Don't think I haven't noticed your secret delight."
Victoria's words caught William off guard, leaving him feeling somewhat embarrassed. Was his joy that apparent?
He couldn't deny it, but seeing Ava so distraught also stirred a sense of guilt within him.
Without another word, William shot her an icy glare and returned his attention to the stove, stirring the pot with the spoon he held.
Victoria was known for her playful nature, and this situation was no exception. Her usually aloof brother showing interest in a married, pregnant woman provided a new source of amusement.
"So, you're eager to play the role of her child’s father, are you? Fascinating."
In a swift motion, William set down the spoon, seized a kitchen knife from the cutting board, and lunged at her.
Victoria let out a shriek and darted away.
William didn't pursue her, instead returning to the kitchen and tossing the knife aside in frustration.
As she reached the kitchen door, Victoria turned back. "Will, make an extra portion for me too. I'll eat here."
"Didn't you dine out? Now you're back to freeload," he retorted, his annoyance evident.
"Is my eating here going to bankrupt you? Aren't I your sister? You're quite the miser, finally showing your true colors, huh."
When it came to Ava, he was the embodiment of chivalry. But with his own sister, he behaved as though he'd hack her with a knife—a truly "terrifying" duality of character.
William chose not to respond to her complaints, remaining silent. Yet, he quietly prepared an additional serving nonetheless.
Once dinner was ready, William was about to ascend the stairs to call Ava down.
Victoria intercepted him, grabbing his arm. "Will, let me do it."
"Why?" He asked, a hint of annoyance coloring his tone.
"We're both women. I'm probably better suited for the task," she suggested.
William pondered for a moment. "Fine, but mind your words. Don't say anything inappropriate, understood?"
"I understand. Don't you trust me?" she replied.
With that, Victoria sauntered upstairs, William making no move to stop her.
Upon reaching Ava's door, Victoria knocked lightly. "Ava, dinner's ready."
It wasn't long before Ava opened the door, her pale complexion startling Victoria.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again? Do you have a fever?" She reached out to touch Ava's forehead.
Ava's temperature was normal, but her face told a different story.
Forcing a smile, Ava reassured her, "I'm fine, you're back."
"I'm sorry, I should have stayed with you this afternoon," Victoria confessed.
"It's okay, I just wasn't in the mood. Go enjoy yourself, don't worry about me," Ava replied.
