Chapter 1027 I Am Here
Alexander gently touched her face, his gaze locked on hers.
"No matter what happens, you'll always be safe, Tori."
He said this with his forehead resting against hers.
Victoria found his words puzzling. Why was he suddenly saying such things?
She didn't understand that he was trying to reassure her, but she obediently let him rest his forehead against hers.
She felt like many people were watching them, but she remained still.
Later, when she got into his car, she quietly sat in the passenger seat.
A love song she didn't recognize was playing, but he quickly turned it off.
She thought about Daisy, wondering if he knew Daisy and Diana had been with her today, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.
Alexander didn't take her home; instead, he took her to the hospital for treatment.
That evening, he took her to Adrian's concert, securing the best seats upstairs.
On the way home, she felt sleepy but heard him say, "You used to come to his concerts. When I saw him propose to you on TV, I nearly lost my mind."
He spoke calmly, but Victoria was confused.
When they got home, she was already asleep, leaning against his shoulder.
The bodyguards stepped back as he carried her out of the car.
Victoria murmured, and he glanced down at her, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek before carrying her inside.
The servants came out to greet them, but were silenced by his look.
Everyone watched as he carried Victoria upstairs with his long strides.
That night, Victoria had a dream. She was locked in a small room, not knowing where she was or why she was there. The room was comfortable but empty.
She wasn't scared, just quietly waiting until a bulldozer suddenly started tearing the room apart. She stood up, stunned.
She touched the wall, standing in a corner, feeling the bulldozer getting closer.
The next day, Alexander went to work, and she stayed home, drinking coffee.
A servant brought in a small box, saying, "Mrs. Harrington, this is a mysterious gift for you, sent from Elysium Country."
Victoria listened, curious about what it could be.
She had heard she once lived in Elysium Country and wondered if she had friends there.
Victoria was eager to find out what the gift was.
"But Mr. Harrington isn't home. Should we open it?"
The servant asked her.
They wanted to cheer her up, thinking she'd be happy if it was from a friend.
Victoria couldn't speak but nodded.
Since it was for her, of course, they could open it.
The servant opened the box, revealing a card and a smaller box inside.
The servant read the card aloud, "Please close your eyes and feel the mysterious gift inside the box. Guess what treasure it is."
The servant chuckled, "Mrs. Harrington's friend is quite mysterious."
"They don't know Mrs. Harrington is blind," another servant whispered.
"Mrs. Harrington, do you want to feel it?"
The servant asked.
Victoria nodded, feeling uneasy but trusting her friend wouldn't harm her.
But as she reached inside, her face turned pale.
She felt something hard and cold, growing more fearful with each touch, until she suddenly pulled her hand out.
The servants saw her pale face and wondered what was inside.
There was no sound, so they opened the box, revealing a black cage with a hole just big enough for a hand.
They peeled off the black paper covering the cage, and one of them fell to the floor in shock.
"What?"
Both servants were pale, forgetting to breathe.
It was a dead pigeon.
They couldn't help but look at the card again, which said it was from a dear friend in Elysium Country.
Why would a friend from Elysium Country send Victoria such a thing?
Victoria felt like her hand wasn't her own anymore.
Alfred heard the commotion and rushed in, seeing the dead bird with blood on it. He immediately sensed trouble and ordered, "Take care of Mrs. Harrington."
Alfred quickly left, and the two servants hurried to Victoria's side, "Mrs. Harrington, it's okay, it's okay."
Victoria was panicking, sensing their fear.
"Who would send Mrs. Harrington such a gift?"
One servant said, then looked at Victoria, seeing her hand covered in blood, "Mrs. Harrington, let's wash your hands."
Victoria instinctively agreed but then shook her head, turning towards the direction of the cage.
She didn't know what it was.
They were all scared, but no one said what was inside.
The servants understood her thoughts but didn't dare to speak.
"It's nothing, just a toy, Mrs. Harrington. Let's wash your hands."
"Yes, just a toy. Your friend must be playing a prank."
The two servants tried to comfort her, leading her to wash her hands.
But as they washed her hands, Victoria felt the servant's hand trembling.
She usually washed her hands herself. What was going on today?
She didn't know, only sensing their tension and possible trembling.
As they left, the servant caring for Strawberry came in with her, and they both screamed at the sight on the table.
Victoria's legs went weak, realizing it wasn't something good.
She didn't dwell on it, wanting to protect Strawberry, reaching out to find her.
The servant quickly supported her.
"Why is there a dead pigeon in the house? It's meant to scare Mrs. Victoria Harrington and Ms. Strawberry Harrington."
The servant caring for Strawberry was startled but brave, reminding them.
"It's okay, it's okay, it must be a prank."
The servant caring for Victoria knew they couldn't hide it, but didn't want to scare her.
Victoria was terrified, hearing it was a dead pigeon, but still reached out for Strawberry.
Strawberry cried out, "Mommy, mommy."
"I'm here, I'm here."
Victoria instinctively comforted her, touching her face and taking her from the servant's arms.
The three servants thought they were imagining things, letting Victoria hold and soothe Strawberry.
Strawberry gradually stopped crying, her eyelashes still wet with tears, looking at Victoria holding her, and softly said, "Mommy."
Strawberry felt like she heard Victoria speak.
"Mommy?"
Strawberry looked at her, softly repeating.
Victoria touched her face, comforting her, "I'm here, Strawberry."
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