The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 116

Mr. Jenkins stepped into the village hall.

"Mr. Shawn, how is Victoria? We looked around on the third floor but couldn't find any fever medicine. It was probably on a lower floor and got flooded. I boiled two pots of hot water. Maybe we can get her to drink some to warm up. If her fever keeps up like this, she could get dehydrated."

Two full days and nights of torrential rain had turned the gentle stream into a raging torrent, submerging more than half the village. Landslides had flattened many of the old tile-roofed houses.

Fortunately, the village hall was a concrete building on higher ground, and the floodwaters had only reached the second floor.

After Mr. Jenkins and his team came down from the mountain, they had just finished tidying up the third floor and were about to see what supplies they could take back up when they saw Elias wading through the turbulent water, carrying Victoria.

That's when he learned she had a high fever.

Mr. Jenkins looked at Victoria's sickly pale face and sighed, blaming himself. "Yesterday, Victoria went door-to-door with me in the rain to convince the villagers to evacuate. Then she hurt her foot saving Daisy and walked all that way up the mountain. She's just a young woman, she must have completely exhausted herself. It's all my fault for not looking out for her..."

With the elderly still waiting on the mountain for supplies, Mr. Jenkins couldn't stay long. He set down the kettle and left.

Elias reached out and placed his hand on Victoria's forehead.

Still burning.

In fact, she felt even hotter than before, likely from being exposed to the wind on the way down.

Elias withdrew his hand, his gaze on her inscrutable, Mr. Jenkins's words replaying in his mind.

Even though the Sanger family was no longer what it once was, Victoria had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth, showered with love and attention. Yet this pampered heiress, who couldn't lift anything heavy, had walked through a storm, going door-to-door to patiently persuade villagers.

And...

Wasn't she terrified of pain?

How could she have recklessly thrown herself into danger to save someone...

Nothing Mr. Jenkins described matched the Victoria he thought he knew.

"Victoria, what are you scheming now?" Elias stared at her, his lips curling into a cold line after a long silence.

Victoria's brow was tightly furrowed. She looked to be in great discomfort, murmuring softly, "Cold..."

"What did you say?" Elias didn't catch it at first. Seeing her pale lips move, he instinctively leaned closer. Finally, he heard her.

She said, "So cold."

Victoria was delirious, feeling as though she were trudging through a blizzard. Icy winds whipped snow against her, seeming to strip away all her body heat.

Elias touched her wrist, his expression hardening. She was burning up even hotter than before.

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