Chapter 470 The Person You Owe an Apology to Is Not Me
"Besides Waverly, there's Griffin, and also Hawk Windsor—all three were adopted by the current President of Serenia," Eugene continued.
'Adopted children? Are they with Anouk's group?' Victoria wondered.
Apart from Waverly, she'd never met the other two.
So where were they?
Eugene, anticipating her thoughts, immediately addressed her confusion. "One works in research, the other is a university professor. They rarely make public appearances—usually only on significant occasions."
"Doesn't today qualify as significant?" Victoria countered.
Eugene fell silent, unsure himself.
Indeed, neither had appeared tonight.
Meanwhile.
"Mr. Griffin Windsor, Mrs. Windsor and Allan's situation has been exposed," the bodyguard reported respectfully, standing behind Griffin.
Griffin stood by the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, gazing at the magnificent cityscape below.
Ignoring the bodyguard's report, he asked in a deep, husky voice, "Has Ronnie been found?"
The bodyguard bowed slightly. "I've failed you, sir. We haven't located Mr. Ford yet."
This time, Ronnie had acted without authorization.
He hadn't informed Griffin before bringing people to Serenia, foolishly extracting George only to have him rescued.
Though Griffin hadn't explicitly shown anger, the cold, menacing aura surrounding him revealed the extent of his fury.
"However, Mr. Windsor," the bodyguard continued, "we've discovered something. Mr. Zephyr Windsor has suddenly taken interest in a woman named Victoria. He secretly ran a DNA test, but the results are missing from our records. Mrs. Windsor likely has a copy."
Victoria?
Griffin murmured the name. It sounded familiar.
"Mr. Ford's mission was to capture this Victoria woman, as she possesses the other half of the experimental data," the bodyguard explained.
Griffin narrowed his eyes. So it was her—the woman who destroyed Organization 103's old facility five years ago and took the final data for Experiment K.
He continued staring at the glittering night view, lost in thought.
"One more thing, sir. I believe Mr. Ford is being held by someone named Alexander—apparently connected to the Howard family of Stellaria Ridge. We couldn't find any additional information."
Griffin wasn't unfamiliar with that name. They'd crossed paths several times—neither friends nor enemies, merely acquaintances.
With mild interest, he asked, "What's his relationship with Victoria?"
"They're married."
Griffin chuckled softly.
Perhaps it was time for him to return.
"And Hawk? Still in Country M?" he suddenly inquired.
"Yes, sir," the bodyguard confirmed.
"Father's birthday celebration, and he didn't return either. How curious."
Griffin's lips curved into an inscrutable smile.
At ten the next morning, Zephyr visited Victoria's hospital room again.
She was checking trending news on her phone—all about last night's events.
Anouk's reputation as an elegant, dignified lady from a prestigious family had been completely destroyed.
"Victoria, I assure you, Waverly will no longer have any designs on Alexander," Zephyr said.
Sitting on the hospital bed, Victoria listened with composed indifference.
"Did Mr. Windsor come personally just to tell me this?" she asked coolly.
Though she understood he hadn't intentionally abandoned her mother, he remained the source of their troubles.
She felt no emotional connection to this supposed biological father, maintaining a polite but distant demeanor.
Zephyr sensed this clearly.
After a moment, she heard his remorseful voice, "I failed both you and your mother. I overlooked Anouk's schemes, allowing her to hurt your mother and nearly harm you as well. I'm truly sorry, Victoria."
His words overflowed with regret, guilt, and pain.
But she couldn't empathize or share his feelings.
Nor could she forgive him on Esme's behalf.
She found her situation tragically ironic—both biological parents alive, yet family affection remained the missing piece in her life.
She didn't immediately respond.
The hospital room, occupied only by the two of them, fell into profound silence.
Alexander had stepped outside to give them privacy.
After contemplation, she finally said, "You shouldn't apologize to me. I'm not the one you wronged."
Zephyr looked at her. "Where is your mother's grave?"
Meeting his remorseful gaze, Victoria felt her heart soften slightly.
She pressed her lips together before saying, "She's not dead."
"What?" Zephyr's pupils dilated in shock. The information he'd gathered indicated Esme had passed away.
Victoria offered no further explanation.
"Victoria... i... is this true? Your mother is still alive?" His voice trembled with emotion.
Beyond his initial shock came a flash of joy..
In truth, they had little to discuss.
When Zephyr learned Esme was alive, the somber aura that had surrounded him transformed completely.
From this, Victoria could tell he hadn't forgotten Esme.
Watching him leave, she felt a bittersweet smile form inside—though she couldn't explain why.
Alexander, who had been waiting outside, didn't immediately enter.
As Zephyr exited, he asked Alexander, "Do you have a moment?"
Alexander nodded.
"Let's talk privately."
"Alright."
Alexander turned to Kimberly nearby. "Tell Victoria I'll be back shortly."
"Of course, Mr. Howard," Kimberly replied.
With that, Alexander followed Zephyr out.
Half an hour later, Alexander returned.
He found Victoria reclining on the hospital bed, gazing absently out the window.
She didn't react when he entered.
He approached, sat beside her, and drew her into his embrace.
His lips brushed her earlobe affectionately.
"What's on your mind?" he asked, his deep voice resonating against her ear.
"I'm wondering if my injury will heal before the wedding," she pouted, resting her chin on his broad shoulder.
She didn't want to wear her wedding dress with a bandaged arm.
Alexander chuckled softly against her ear.
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