Chapter 670 Everything Shattered
"I could end both of you right now," Isabella said, strutting up to Victoria in her killer red dress.
Victoria glanced at those high heels, redder than her own blood. Weirdly, she wasn't as freaked out anymore.
She slowly looked up at Isabella, who was standing there all smug with her arms crossed. "I told you, one day you'd be begging me," Isabella sneered.
Victoria, propping herself up with her hands, grinned, "Yeah, I'm begging you now."
Her whole body hurt—her waist, back, chest, and head.
But she was so numb from the pain, a few more hits wouldn't even matter.
Seeing her still able to smile, Isabella squatted down, her eyes fixated on her like a predator. "I told you ages ago, you couldn't handle being Mrs. Harrington, but you just wouldn't listen."
Victoria looked down at the blood she had spat on the ground and laughed again. She couldn't move; it felt like her back was broken. She barely managed to glance at Eloise and, smiling, tried to say, "It's okay."
"Victoria," Eloise's voice cracked with heartbreak.
Isabella chimed in, "You think you'll be okay? I swore I'd make sure you die."
"I used to be so scared," Victoria said, her voice laced with pain. But she still smiled, so peacefully.
"Are you trying to tell me you're not scared now?" Isabella scoffed, standing up and wiping her hands. "Don't forget, you're carrying a baby now."
"Isabella, you are not allowed to harm my granddaughter-in-law and great-grandchild," Eloise finally snapped.
"Mrs. Harrington, you'll have new granddaughters-in-law and great-grandchildren in the future. I promise I'll give you plenty," Isabella said, turning her head. She hadn't laid a finger on Eloise yet, knowing the consequences.
"Isabella, you think you're worthy? Keep dreaming!" Eloise spat back.
"I will be worthy. We'll deal with our stuff later. For now, let me handle the granddaughter-in-law you picked and the child you love so much," Isabella's voice turned almost sickly sweet when she mentioned the child.
Victoria listened, slowly reaching out to cover her belly.
She knew her time was almost up, so how could she protect her baby?
'Baby, Mommy's useless. If I could, I'd protect you forever,' she silently told her baby, then looked at Eloise again, "Grandma, live well, and let Alexander live well too."
She lay on the ground in agony, her voice fading.
"No, Victoria, I want you to tell him yourself. Don't give up. He will come to save you; he will definitely come," Eloise, tears streaming down her face, spoke firmly.
Eloise had so many questions, 'Why is Victoria the only one here? Where was Alexander? Didn't they go abroad together?'
"Think you can just die like that? Take Eloise away first."
Surrounded by seven or eight burly men, Isabella gave the order, and two of them lifted Eloise's chair and took her away.
"Isabella, don't you dare hurt Victoria, or I'll never forgive you."
"Enough with the drama. Gag her," Isabella snapped.
The room went dead quiet. Outside, Isabella lounged in another chair, looking all smug at Victoria, who was on her knees, coughing up blood and pale as a ghost. "Crawl over here."
Victoria just looked at her, finding the whole thing almost laughable.
"You can stay put, but you won't be so lucky this time," Isabella said, her eyes boring into her.
Victoria suddenly felt something was off and realized she was surrounded by several men.
"Last time, that guy was gay, so you got lucky. But today, I'm gonna watch you get raped. These guys are illegal immigrants; they can disappear anytime, and you..." Isabella bent down, making sure Victoria saw her clearly, "And you will be killed by these men. I'll record it and post it online. The whole world will know how you died miserably. Victoria, it's not too late to crawl over and beg me for a quick death."
Victoria was horrified by her words, but she couldn't help but laugh and stayed put.
She knew Isabella hated her too much to let her die quickly.
She regretted not dealing with Isabella first that day.
Victoria wondered if Frank could find her.
She thought she probably wouldn't see Alexander one last time.
The snow outside was so fine, so much, but they couldn't watch it together.
At least they understood each other's feelings, right?
They had been so close.
At this moment, Victoria had no regrets about her feelings for him.
The only regret was that she had promised to have a daughter with him. They even talked about letting their daughter go to school and grow up by their side.
She still remembered how gentle Alexander looked when he said those things. He had really thought about it, really planned it.
But in the end, it was all just an empty joy.
She thought, 'Alexander, I'm sorry. I can't give birth to our daughter.'
Victoria remembered how seriously he said their daughter's nickname should be Strawberry. She wanted to laugh, but even breathing was unbearably painful, let alone laughing.
Suddenly, a heavy kick hit her side, and her thin body flew forward, crashing into a thick wooden pillar.
Blood gushed from her chest, through her throat, and out of her mouth, which was already full of blood.
"Don't let her die too quickly," Isabella said.
"Yes, Ms. Montgomery, rest assured," the leading man said and walked over first.
The people who had taken Eloise into the room also came out and surrounded her.
The man squatted in front of her, pried her knees apart, and then grabbed her collar.
Everything shattered.
"Mrs. Harrington, don't be afraid. We are still somewhat tender-hearted, as long as you don't resist."
The tip of the man's knife lightly grazed her face.
Victoria held her breath, only feeling a cold line on her face, gradually becoming painful.
The tip of the knife slowly moved down from her face, to her chin, to her neck, and then continued downward.
Fear suddenly surged in Victoria's mind, even more so in her heart. She couldn't help but reach out to protect her belly.
She finally made a humble sound, "No."
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