Chapter 702 Don't Let Us See You Again
"You gonna give Strawberry back or what?"
Victoria's voice was barely a whisper.
She didn't give a damn about the blizzard outside or Alexander's cold act. All she cared about was getting Strawberry back.
"Finally, you ask," Alexander said, his tone flat.
The warmth from their time in bed was still lingering, but their eyes were growing colder by the second.
"Are you gonna give her back?" Victoria pressed.
"Nope," he shot back.
Victoria had expected that. He used her and tossed her aside like she was nothing, not giving a damn about her feelings.
"Then get out," she muttered, curling up into a ball on the bed.
Alexander threw off the covers and got up. As he walked towards the bathroom, he said, "I'm gonna use your shower."
"Don't push it," Victoria snapped, unable to hold back anymore.
H'd taken Strawberry, and now he acted so composed.
He paused for a couple of seconds but then went in anyway.
As soon as the door closed, she threw his pillow across the room in frustration.
One thought consumed her: one of them had to go.
But as she headed downstairs, she stopped before reaching the kitchen. If she did something drastic, Strawberry would lose her dad.
No, they couldn't die.
She stood there, speechless.
When Alexander came out and saw her on the stairs, he didn't say a word.
Victoria turned to watch him walk down. Just as she was about to speak, he said, "So, you and Adrian are a thing now?"
Victoria was stunned.
"Good luck," he said suddenly, eyes downcast, not even noticing her bare feet, and walked towards the door.
Victoria stood there, feeling the chill as she watched him leave.
"Oh, and I'll send someone to pick up my clothes, or you can just toss them," Alexander said before leaving.
He had left clothes there before. What he was wearing now was from last year.
But...
After he left, she found Adrian's razor on the sink.
Adrian had said having a man's stuff around made things safer, so the razor had always been on the top shelf. Now it was on the sink.
Victoria's heart stirred, then went still like a dead lake.
Her phone rang again. She tossed the razor in the trash and walked out slowly.
It was Alexander calling.
Victoria glanced at the phone and answered, "Hello?"
"Don't let us see you again," he said coldly and hung up.
His voice was icy, like he was talking about a bad breakfast.
But Victoria's heart shattered.
Don't let them see her again?
At that moment, she felt a deep, bone-chilling pain.
She risked her life to give birth to Strawberry, and with just one word, he claimed Strawberry as his own?
She slowly sat on the edge of the bed, smiling through her tears.
Ankenra City, the Harrington Mansion.
When Strawberry was brought back, everyone was shocked.
Arabella held her, trembling, afraid of hurting her.
"Mom, guess what? You're officially a great-grandma now."
All the rumors and guesses didn't mean squat until they saw her in person.
Eloise had cried a river, but they were happy tears. She reached out slowly for Strawberry, "Hand her over, let me hold her."
Arabella gently placed Strawberry in her arms.
"She's so tiny and soft. Look at that little nose, just like her dad's."
"Yeah, and those eyebrows and eyes too," Arabella added, getting all emotional.
Frank and Eve stood by, watching. Eve couldn't help but think of Victoria, all alone and probably falling apart. She blurted out, "Actually, she looks more like Victoria."
"How could that be? They say girls look more like their dads..." Arabella started, then stopped.
Eve thought, finally, Arabella remembered Victoria and kept quiet.
"Does Victoria know Strawberry's back?"
"She found out later," Frank replied.
Arabella got it but figured now wasn't the time to worry about Victoria. She needed to focus on her little granddaughter.
Brett and Maximus joined in, and Brett grinned, "We should throw a big party; we've got a new family member."
"Don't worry; we'll have an epic celebration this year," Arabella said.
The usual holiday parties were always the same, but this year...
"Mom, look at her smile. It's just like Alex's when he was a kid," Arabella said, excitedly.
"Of course, she even looks a bit like her grandpa," Maximus chimed in, looking closer.
Three generations of their family, not identical, but definitely similar.
Eve had thought Victoria was wrong to hide Strawberry from the Harringtons. But now, seeing the family's love for Strawberry, she started to get it.
Victoria always knew Eve disapproved of her hiding Strawberry, but she never explained.
Seeing the family's overwhelming affection for Strawberry, Eve suddenly felt she had been completely wrong.
Later, as she and Frank drove away from the Harrington Mansion, Eve asked, "Will Mrs. Harrington be okay alone over there?"
"Mr. Harrington knew we were at the hotel but didn't come himself. He sent people to force us to bring Strawberry back, which means Mrs. Harrington is still important to him," Frank analyzed.
Eve frowned, "Do you really think they still have feelings for each other?"
"If not, why didn't Mr. Harrington go and take the strawberry himself immediately, but instead stayed with Mrs. Harrington?"
"Even though it's confusing, I still think they're done," Eve said, shaking her head.
Otherwise, Alexander wouldn't have taken Strawberry like that. The Harringtons only cared that Strawberry looked like them, not about Victoria.
"I want to go back."
"Why?"
"Aren't you worried she'll do something drastic?" Eve suddenly asked.
The car screeched to a halt.
Alexander was already on a plane back, and Victoria was alone over there.
Frank had a bad feeling. They quickly decided: one booked a ticket while the other sped back to the airport.
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