Chapter 227 A Bed Bathed in Blood
Emerging from the hospital, Victoria found herself adrift in a sea of uncertainty. The hours from noon to dusk had passed like a surreal dream. As she gazed at the sky, a sight she hadn't grown accustomed to in the past two years, she was consumed by a mix of emotions. The trust and support from her elders moved her, yet the realization of the kindness she had missed from the world filled her with sadness.
A taxi pulled up, and instinctively, she reached out to open the door. But before she could, a firm grip seized her wrist from behind. She spun around to find Alexander, who had been engaged in conversation with his parents when she had exited the hospital.
"I'll take you home," he insisted.
"No need," she murmured weakly, yearning for solitude to gather her thoughts.
Ignoring her protest, Alexander scooped her up in his arms. Victoria was too stunned to resist. The taxi drove off, leaving her in Alexander's embrace as they made their way towards the parking lot. He gently placed her in the passenger seat of his luxury convertible, securing her seatbelt before circling around to the driver's side.
As the cool evening breeze swept over her, Victoria sat in silence, her face flushed with heat. She was haunted by the memory of Naomi's slaps and the horrifying scene of Isabella's miscarriage. Isabella's mother had cursed her, calling her worthless. She had never intended to provoke anyone, but the world seemed intent on blaming her for another's misfortune.
Alexander drove her to her residential area, and as she opened the car door to leave, she turned to him and said, "Thank you for bringing me home." Her polite words caused a pang of heartache in Alexander.
"Would you mind if I came up for a bit?" he suggested gently.
"No, I need to be alone," she replied softly, nodding her gratitude before walking away. Alexander watched her retreating figure, then turned the steering wheel and drove away. Victoria paused, watching his car disappear before silently entering her building.
She had hoped to find solace in the quiet solitude of her home, but instead, she was met with a scene of chaos. The door to her apartment stood ajar, though the lock was unbroken. Inside, her belongings were strewn about, shattered and smashed. From the shoe cabinet to the sofa, the coffee table, the television, the air conditioner, even the kitchen, nothing was spared.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of her bed. It was drenched in a substance that emitted a sickening smell. She recognized it instantly - blood. She could only hope it wasn't human.
Overwhelmed, Victoria sank to the floor, leaning against the door frame. The broken window allowed a gust of wind to sweep in, intensifying the nauseating smell. She could hardly remember anything. She had to remind herself to stay calm, to not let herself be defeated.
Could this be the Montgomery family's revenge? Naomi's hateful gaze as she left the hospital room flashed in her mind. She couldn't allow herself to be frightened. She had to stand strong, for herself and for her family.
With great effort, she pushed herself up from the floor. She had to call the police. She wanted justice.
But before she could act, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind. A chill ran down Victoria's spine, and she found herself too terrified to turn around.
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