Chapter 274 The Girl in Agony
In the aftermath of those harrowing incidents, Victoria found herself unable to venture out alone after dark. She hurried home, barricading the door with a shoe cabinet once she was safely inside. This makeshift security measure provided her with a semblance of safety.
However, her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes fell upon the door panel. There, she saw the horrifying sight of crosses being etched onto her door and the grotesque images of animal blood splattered across her bed. She spun around, facing the interior of her home, her legs buckling beneath her. She barely managed to clutch onto the shoe cabinet, gasping for breath.
"Victoria, calm down. It's okay. Everything will be okay," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with fear.
She refused to believe that someone would persistently seek to harm her. After all, she had only just returned, and no one was aware of her arrival. Gathering her courage, she slowly ventured further into her home. It was only when she saw the pristine state of her bed that she allowed herself a sigh of relief, her hand instinctively reaching for her chest.
"Victoria, don't be afraid. Be brave. It's okay," she continued to reassure herself. "Victoria, don't be a coward. You can't be defeated, and no one should make you surrender."
With these affirmations echoing in her mind, she finally made her way to the edge of the bed.
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Meanwhile, Alexander went to the club once again.
"Alexander," Isabella greeted him, her voice laced with excitement as she slowly rose from her seat. "Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to accompany Victoria upon her return?"
She attempted to maintain her composure, but her excitement was palpable. Alexander glanced at her, his voice cool as he asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm having drinks with friends," Isabella responded softly.
Alexander almost forgot that they had grown up together, often spending time in each other's company. He remained silent, his mood souring as he took a seat.
Benjamin poured him a drink, his voice laced with mockery. "Looks like Victoria rejected you."
Alexander remained silent, merely picking up the glass and downing its contents in one swift motion. At some point, Isabella had moved to sit next to him, pouring him another drink. She asked, her voice filled with concern, "Doesn't she understand you?"
Victoria didn't understand, indeed.
"She's young, of course. She won't understand you. But if you really love her, you should accept that," Isabella continued to comfort Alexander.
Alexander turned to look at her after hearing that. "Is that so?"
"Of course. A girl's wild imagination can be truly tormenting, but since you've decided to be with her, you should endure all of this," Isabella said.
Upon hearing the word "endure," Benjamin detected a deeper meaning behind it.
However, Alexander merely laughed before downing the drink Isabella had poured for him. He thanked her before abruptly standing, picking up his jacket, and exiting the club.
Isabella stood there, perplexed by Alexander's gratitude.
"Benjamin, what is he thanking me for?" Isabella asked, turning to Benjamin for answers.
"He thanked you for giving him an excuse to go see Victoria again," Benjamin responded, a hint of resignation in his voice. He knew Isabella wouldn't give up, and everyone else knew it too.
Isabella herself was well aware of this. She hadn't intended her words to be interpreted in that way. She couldn't fathom how he could rush off to see Victoria so quickly. What would Victoria's reaction be?
The thought sent a wave of unease through Isabella. If Victoria could still tolerate Alexander's presence, then she was surely only after the Harrington family's wealth. In that case, Victoria was nothing more than a despicable, dirty, and contemptible gold-digger.
Victoria had just finished freshening up and was about to let down her hair when a knock at the door startled her. She quickly tied her hair back up, grabbed her golf club, and positioned herself outside the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, but she had wedged the shoe cabinet against it for added security.
"Victoria." A familiar voice filtered through the crack in the door. Unsure if it was real or a figment of her imagination, Victoria eyed the entrance warily.
Alexander stood patiently at the door, reminding her gently, "It's me, Alexander."
Only then did Victoria confirm that it was indeed him, and she cautiously approached to verify through the crack in the door.
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