Chapter 995 That Blind Man
An hour later, there was some commotion at the entrance of the café.
"Ah, help! Help!"
Daisy saw the girl running over and couldn't help but smile, feeling quite pleased.
Help?
She carefully observed the entrance of the café again.
At the entrance, Victoria and her friends had already stepped out.
Victoria was quite happy today; she had tried several kinds of coffee, all of which were delicious.
Moreover, these girls were very nice to her and even made her laugh.
Victoria heard someone seemingly shouting for help, and her brows furrowed slightly.
The row of bodyguards continued to protect Victoria, ignoring everything else.
Frank glanced over but, upon seeing the person shouting for help, merely frowned.
He had seen Daisy with another girl earlier.
He knew it was Daisy's scheme.
"Mrs. Harrington and the ladies, please get in the car. We are heading to Frosty Summit Hotel for dinner now," Frank said.
Eve was already standing by the prepared car, waiting.
Everyone helped Victoria into the car.
Alexander had arranged their activities for the day, ensuring everything was exclusive and top-notch.
Seeing this, Daisy knew her plan had failed. She could only walk and shout, "Victoria, I went to prison for you for so long, and you don't even say thank you?"
The car door was still open.
The people sitting with Victoria in the car were visibly unhappy, looking at the shouting Daisy outside. Diana even had the urge to go out and hit her, if not for Olivia holding her wrist to stop her.
Victoria couldn't hear clearly, only catching the words "Victoria" and "thank you."
"Victoria, how are you any different from those ungrateful bastards?" Daisy shouted towards the car.
But soon, someone covered her mouth, and she couldn't shout anymore.
The man covering her mouth frowned, feeling that his hand was dirty.
His sleeve was smeared white, but he had to keep her mouth covered tightly.
The car door closed, and Daisy finally stopped shouting, but she was still angry.
She didn't know that Victoria couldn't hear her clearly; she just felt oppressed.
After Victoria's car drove off, followed by a few others, Frank walked up to her.
The person restraining her had already let go, and she glared at Frank.
Frank chuckled lightly and said, "Ms. Bryant, are you dissatisfied with your mouth being too good?"
Daisy's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him.
"Remember that movie with the scarred man? He had a scar on his forehead. What was it called? Ms. Bryant, you might want to watch it. My people are always at your service," Frank said, nodding politely before turning to get in the car.
Daisy's face turned pale instantly.
Frank's words were undoubtedly a threat.
She already had enough scars on her body; she didn't want any more. She had booked a ticket to Vesperia and was leaving in a few days.
But seeing Victoria being treated like a queen still made her resentful.
Her father always told her to endure, to stay calm, but she couldn't stay calm anymore; she felt too stifled.
She didn't understand why the orphaned Victoria could live better than her, and she even had to go to prison for someone unrelated, while Victoria.
She looked up at the sky, resentful of the unfairness of God.
Victoria was surrounded by people, while she had to rely on giving gifts to get a little help from others.
Victoria and her entourage went to Frosty Summit Hotel. Although they used a private elevator, she was always surrounded, and her unusual demeanor made people guess her situation.
It didn't make the news, but privately, everyone was talking about how Victoria from the Harrington family had gone blind.
Yes, she was indeed blind.
Victoria didn't know how others looked at her, but what kind of look could it be for a blind person?
Fortunately, the voices around her were familiar, reminding her to be careful while walking, sitting, drinking, and eating, so she didn't have to worry about too many people's feelings; just these few were enough to keep her busy.
She quite liked the daytime, listening to others speak gently.
Their words always touched her heart.
For a long time, she had only heard harsh, humiliating voices.
It was like a dream.
As if she had suddenly gone from hell to heaven, only she didn't want the night to come.
She was a bit afraid of being alone with Alexander at night.
After lunch, everyone left, and she was taken to an exclusive suite upstairs by Eve and Frank.
"Mrs. Harrington, you can take a nap here. I'll be right outside. If you need anything, just tap the wall or something. If that doesn't work, break a cup. I'll put a cup by your bedside."
Victoria felt that Eve took good care of her, but there shouldn't be any urgent matters requiring such measures.
She felt this place seemed very safe.
Except for the title of Mrs. Harrington, which made her feel a bit uneasy.
What did they call her before?
That blind girl, that ugly freak.
But now, they called her Mrs. Harrington, and some called her Victoria.
Alexander called her Tori.
She thought this name sounded the best, not too intimate but not distant either.
And Eloise called her Victoria.
She could feel Eloise's kindness.
Eve helped her sit on the bed and softly said, "I'll be right outside. Don't be nervous; I'll protect you, I swear."
Eve was serious; if such an accident happened again, she would never work in this field again.
No, or she should atone with her life.
This time, her child's departure might have been destined.
She had to complete her mission first.
Victoria nodded and let her help her lie down.
Later, she heard the door close.
The room was left with only her, and everything quieted down.
She thought about her past few days out.
Would no one hurt her here?
Was she safe?
Victoria quietly thought, her eyes unconsciously moistening again.
She feared it was all an illusion.
He had tied her hands last night.
What if it was all his boasting?
She didn't dare think further and closed her eyes again, but tears still flowed from the corners of her eyes.
She didn't know when she fell into a daze, but suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly sat up, her eyes filled with confusion and panic.
"Don't be afraid, it's me."
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