Chapter 441 Rage and Resignation
The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Immediately, a very anxious and urgent male voice broke the eerie silence in the entire ward.
"Victoria!" Ignatius called out.
Behind him was Winter's voice, "Mr. Mitchell, don't run so fast."
As soon as Ignatius came in, he saw Victoria sitting in a wheelchair and took a few long strides to reach her.
Victoria hadn't reacted yet, and he was already squatting in front of her.
At this moment, Ignatius only had eyes for Victoria.
"Victoria, Winter said you were hurt," Ignatius said.
He looked at her with worry in his eyes, his handsome face etched with deep concern and anxiety.
Before Victoria could speak, his gaze fell on the bandage wrapped around her right hand. "It must hurt a lot."
He looked at her injured hand with a somewhat dejected expression.
"It doesn't hurt. The doctor has already treated it. Don't overthink it. Don't you have a performance tomorrow? Why aren't you resting well at the hotel?" Victoria replied.
She raised her left hand to pat his head, accidentally pulling the injury on her back, but she could still bear it.
Winter walked in, glanced at the people in the ward, and remained relatively calm.
She apologized, "Victoria, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to reveal that you were injured."
She had gone back to the hotel to get something for Victoria and unexpectedly ran into Ignatius.
She had fallen for Ignatius's trick and let it slip.
Despite Ignatius usually being cute and a bit dazed, not talkative, and afraid of socializing, he was smart and knew how to get information out of her. She hadn't realized it and let it slip.
Ignatius, however, was quite chivalrous. "Victoria, don't blame Winter. I tricked her."
Victoria looked at the two of them, not intending to blame anyone.
She knew that although Ignatius was somewhat immature, he was smart.
Because Ignatius had arrived, the ward became a bit livelier.
But no serious matters were discussed, especially with Ignatius there.
After a while, Ignatius finally looked at Chloe and Cressida, calling out, "Chloe, Cressida."
He knew them, just not very well.
"You still only have eyes for Victoria, huh?" Chloe teased, "It took you so long to remember us."
But after hearing Ignatius's next words, she felt she and Cressida were quite lucky.
After all, they were the second ones he remembered.
Because some people, he didn't even see.
"Cedric, Victoria's husband, you're here too?" he called out innocently.
Cedric responded, naturally not holding anything against Ignatius.
Alexander also responded, his face always calm, making it hard to tell his mood.
However, since Ignatius acknowledged him as Victoria's husband, he naturally wouldn't hold anything against Ignatius.
Ignatius's "Victoria's husband" shocked Victoria.
She raised an eyebrow in confusion. When did Ignatius start calling him that?
And judging by Alexander's reaction, it didn't seem like the first time.
So, when did they secretly contact each other behind her back?
After Alexander accompanied Victoria for dinner, he sat on the sofa handling documents.
Since she woke up and he returned, he hadn't asked her a single question. If he was angry, it didn't show.
Because during dinner, to avoid her pulling the injury on her back, he fed her himself.
When it was time for her medication, he put down his documents, poured water, and made sure she took her medicine before continuing his work.
Several times she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.
This silence continued until ten o'clock.
She wanted to go to the bathroom, but seeing him working so seriously and focused, she didn't think to call him for help.
Actually, she wasn't that weak; she could still walk, just slowly.
It was just that the injuries on her back and arm were more severe, while other injuries were just superficial.
She quietly lifted the blanket, slowly moved to the edge of the bed, and put on her slippers with her head slightly lowered.
Suddenly, a deep, magnetic voice came from above her, "Where are you going?"
She paused for a moment, then slowly looked up at him, blinking her eyes.
She subconsciously bit her lip and softly said, "T...to the b...bathroom."
She didn't know why she was stuttering.
Alexander lowered his eyes to meet hers. "Why didn't you call me?"
She obediently replied, "I saw you were busy, so I didn't call you."
Alexander looked at her delicate face, which appeared both obedient and cautious, and casually said, "You're as considerate as always."
Victoria was stunned, hearing the sarcasm in his tone.
He was saying she was considerate, but in reality, he was angry, still blaming her for not telling him everything.
There were some things she could rely on him for, but she hadn't yet learned to depend on him completely.
She wanted to explain, but instead, she said, "My legs aren't injured; I can walk there myself."
Hearing this, Alexander's forehead veins twitched slightly, and he said somewhat sulkily, "Fine, then walk there yourself."
After saying that, he took a step back to make way for her.
Victoria blinked, seemingly carefree, and responded, "Okay."
She stood up using her uninjured hand, but the movement pulled at her back injury, making her groan in pain. Alexander heard it immediately.
Her stubbornness showed once again at this moment.
He was both angry and helpless.
But this time, before he could say anything, she spoke first.