Chapter 15 Fighting for Food
Victoria looked at the man who was still eating her bread, somewhat wanting to snatch it away. Why was he eating her breakfast while telling her she couldn't leave? She continued to lower her head and finished the piece of bread he hadn't eaten, suddenly finding the taste better than before.
"Why?"
Victoria was puzzled.
She truly felt that if she left, the Harrington family would relax, he would relax, Isabella would relax, and she would be more relaxed, right?
"Many people know that your parents died because of the Harrington family. If you leave, everyone will say that we, the Harrington family, are heartless and ungrateful. This is bad for our reputation, and it's also not good for the company's development."
"What does that have to do with the company's development?"
Victoria didn't understand.
Alexander looked at her, "We’d be branded as an ungrateful family business; what do you think?"
She was anxious inside, but suddenly didn't know what to say. What he said seemed to make sense, but was she supposed to stay here forever, watching him have children and grow old with another woman?
"But..."
She didn't want to be trapped here, but before she could finish her sentence, the doorbell rang.
"Go open the door first."
Alexander said casually.
She got up to open the door, and sure enough, Arabella had arrived.
"Mom, good morning."
"Ah, good morning. Did you go for a workout?"
"Ah, oh."
She actually didn't plan to go to the office building today, so she dressed more casually.
"Are you having breakfast?"
Arabella walked in, saw no one in the living room, and went to the dining room.
But when she saw the food on the table, she immediately felt guilty, turned around, and looked at Victoria who was coming over, grabbing her hand, "Vicky, I forgot you can't cook. From tonight, don't cook for yourselves. Give me the house code, and I'll find a maid to cook for you."
"Ah?"
Victoria's mind was in a whirl.
Find a maid to cook for them?
Then...
She was so nervous that she hurriedly sought help from Alexander, but Alexander was focused on eating his toast and didn't look back.
She had no choice but to go over, "Alexander."
"Mom is right; I can't eat toast every morning, can I?"
Alexander wiped his hands with a napkin and spoke to her calmly.
But in this way, wouldn't their living apart be exposed?
She didn't care, but...
"Oh."
All she could do was answer, her mind still racing. Today, they must clarify things. No, today they should first go to the court to dissolve their marriage.
"It's almost time to go to work, Victoria, go upstairs and change your clothes. I want to talk to your husband."
Arabella looked at Alexander, then turned to instruct Victoria.
"Okay."
She agreed, her face downcast as she went upstairs.
Arabella then sat across from her son and gently tapped the table.
Alexander lifted his eyes, "What do you want to say?"
"What's the deal with that Isabella living downstairs from you?"
Alexander looked at her again, calmly asking, "How do you get your information so quickly?"
"Are you kidding me? Aren't there enough rumors about the two of you out there? You let her move in here; isn't that adding fuel to the fire? And what about Vicky? What is she supposed to do?"
Arabella lowered her voice.
Alexander laughed nonchalantly and said, "They've met."
"What?"
Arabella's eyes nearly popped out.
"Yesterday was Isabella's birthday."
"And then?"
"She's my secretary, so naturally she has to help me order flowers and gifts."
"Are you out of your mind? You let Vicky deliver gifts to Isabella?"
"What's wrong with that? They'll see each other again since they’re neighbors."
Arabella was a bit confused by her son. What was he thinking?
"You're not really with that Isabella, are you? I'm telling you, you're a married man now; you’re not single."
Arabella warned in a very low voice, fearing that Victoria would hear.
"Victoria and I should probably get a divorce."
Alexander still brought up this matter.
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