Chapter 341 I Remember, You Were College Classmates

On Christmas Eve, it was supposed to be a lively day, but Victoria was stuck in the hospital, hooked up to an IV, unable to move. 

She didn't really care much for the hustle and bustle of Christmas. Every year, apart from having a meal with Thalia, she spent the rest of the time alone. But now, lying in that hospital bed, she felt like she was going to go stir-crazy.

Victoria couldn't stand being in the hospital any longer. She was both depressed and irritable, itching to get out. She glanced out the hospital window and saw it was snowing. That made her want to leave even more.

Alexander had just stepped out for a bit, but now he was back. It was freezing outside, and snowflakes clung to his coat. When he came in, he took off his coat and didn't approach her right away. He waited a moment before walking over.

As soon as he walked in, he noticed the change in Victoria's mood. "What's up?" Alexander asked, rubbing her head. "Wanna go out?"

Victoria looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah." Her eyes were full of hope, silently begging him to say yes.

Alexander got it. He wanted to say yes right away, but instead, he said, "Depends on how you behave today."

Victoria didn't get discouraged; she just got more hopeful. So, for the rest of the morning and afternoon, she was on her best behavior. She didn't complain during her medication changes and ate whatever Alexander brought her without a fuss. When he told her to sleep, she slept. She did everything he asked without a single complaint, being unusually obedient.

Alexander knew she was only this well-behaved when she wanted something; otherwise, she would've thrown a fit by now.

Meanwhile, Marlowe had been busy since she woke up, taking care of various tasks. Even though she was alone in the villa, she was content, not feeling lonely at all—maybe because she had the little one in her belly keeping her company.

At noon, Marlowe was surprised to see the housekeeper return. "Grace, it's Christmas Eve; you didn't have to come."

Grace was someone Victoria had found for her, mainly to help with cleaning. Marlowe could cook for herself and did most things on her own. Grace spent most of her time chatting with her.

Grace smiled. "Marlowe, my kid called this morning and said they wouldn't be coming home. I thought, since I'd be alone anyway, and you said you'd be alone too, I'd come over to keep you company. You don't mind, do you?"

Marlowe immediately said, "I don't mind, come in."

Grace had taken good care of her. It was Marlowe's first time being a mom, and there were many things she didn't know, which Grace had helped her with.

After Marlowe woke up from her nap, she and Grace started preparing dinner. Even though it was just the two of them, they wanted to make it special.

They chatted as they worked. Grace admired Marlowe's skillful hands the most. Marlowe could whip up all sorts of pastries, desserts, and dishes, each one a culinary masterpiece.

"Marlowe, you look so young. How do you know how to make so many dishes and pastries?" Grace asked curiously while kneading dough for pizza.

Marlowe was working on the meat filling. "I learned to pass the time when I was bored," Marlowe said. "The more I learned, the more I knew."

Grace was perceptive. She had been there for almost a month and had never seen a man around, but she occasionally saw two pretty girls visit.

"That's great. Nowadays, many young women don't like to cook. They order takeout or eat out all the time," Grace said with a smile. "For instance, my son and his wife never cook at home. Young people are always busy with work and don't have time to cook."

Marlowe listened to Grace and occasionally responded. "Grace, why don't you live with your son and his wife?" Marlowe asked.

Grace sighed, seeming to have made peace with it. "I like my independence and don't want to be a burden to them. Young people need their own space."

Grace continued, "I'm still capable; my hands and feet are agile, and I can take care of myself. They don't need to worry about me. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. Besides, they come back to see me every holiday. It's just that this year is special, and they can't make it, but that's understandable."

There wasn't a hint of complaint or unhappiness in her words. Instead, she seemed very relaxed and even quite happy.

Marlowe didn't know why, but she suddenly thought of her own parents. In this world, only parents truly loved their children.

Marlowe felt she hadn't been very obedient to her parents. Her parents only had her and her sister, Abigail. With Abigail gone, she was the only one left. But she didn't listen to them and insisted on getting involved with Grant back then.

For five years, Marlowe didn't dare contact her parents, let alone visit them. She was afraid they would be heartbroken to see her, and she was also afraid of seeing the disappointment in their eyes.

For five years, Marlowe's world and social circle revolved around just one person. However, she ultimately couldn't make him fall in love with her.

Every year on this day, every household was bustling with activity, decorated with lights and festive colors, with the warm glow of family gatherings.

In those past years, she spent Christmas alone in a cold, empty villa. The house staff had long gone on holiday, leaving her alone in the large villa.

The first year, fear and loneliness overwhelmed her. That day, she would sit alone on the balcony, watching the distant fireworks and listening to the nearby revelry all night, but no one ever came back. The second year was the same.

As time went by, she gradually got used to it and became numb, but her heart still ached. Eventually, she got used to this sense of pain.

But this year, with Grace's company and the little one in her belly, she finally didn't have to spend the night alone. "Grace, I've finished with the meat filling."

Grace said, "Alright, you go wait outside. The dough is almost ready."

The Scott Villa was decorated with a Christmas tree, filled with a strong Christmas atmosphere. The house staff usually stayed here for the holidays and didn't go anywhere.

So, when Grant stepped into the villa, he saw everyone busy. On this day, all the members of the Scott family would return to the Scott Villa for Christmas.

At this moment, a few children were playing and chasing each other in the yard, their laughter echoing throughout.

Mason Scott had just walked through the gate when he saw a tall, imposing figure standing in the yard.

"Grant, why aren't you going inside?" Mason walked up to Grant, surprised to see his uncle looking so lonely and desolate.

Mason had heard some gossip from Lila about Grant and Marlowe's divorce. It wasn't that he was nosy; Lila always texted him about everything, whether he responded or not. Speaking of which, Marlowe and he had graduated from the same university.

Grant glanced at him and, seeing he was alone, asked, "Why are you by yourself?"

"Oh, I just got back from Maiami and came straight here. Mom and Dad drove over from home," Mason said, "I don't know where Lila is. Mom said she'll be here later."

"Okay," Grant responded indifferently. Then he asked, "I remember you and Marlowe were college classmates?"

Mason nodded. "Yeah."

Grant asked, "Were you close?"

Mason didn't understand why Grant was asking this, but he shook his head. "Not really." He paused and explained, "Marlowe majored in dance, and I majored in finance. We only took elective courses together."

"Not really close, so you were still somewhat close." Grant looked ahead, his tone full of pressure. "Tell me, what kind of person is she?"

Mason was dumbfounded, thinking, 'Isn't Marlowe your wife? Why are you asking me what kind of person she is? How am I supposed to answer that?'

If he had known, he wouldn't have come in just now. This was a nightmare. He pondered for a moment and then said, "She is cheerful, kind, loves to laugh, and is talkative."

Mason noticed that with each word he said, his uncle's brow furrowed more. This was a sign of impending anger!

"Are you sure you're not just brushing me off?" A deep, cold, emotionless voice pierced Mason's ears.

Mason felt wronged. "Marlowe was well-liked at school. Everyone praised her like that."

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