The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 173

The day after Grady's funeral, it began to snow.

Cerys walked into Victoria's bedroom with a bowl of freshly made soup, set it down, and forced a smile. "Victoria, it's snowing."

Victoria, who had been lying in bed ever since returning from the funeral, slowly opened her eyes. She sat up and looked out the window.

The snow was still light, just a few scattered flurries.

Cerys handed her a spoon. "Let's go for a walk later, okay? See the snow? It's the first snow of the year."

Victoria's lips were pale. She sipped her soup without a word.

Seeing that she wasn't responding, Cerys didn't mind. She turned to the closet and started pulling out clothes. "Let's see, what should you wear? This one, how about this one?"

Before Victoria could answer, Cerys hung the piece back up, talking to herself. "No, it's brown, too gloomy. This off-white one seems nice. It suits your style. Let's go with this one, okay?"

Victoria held the bowl and took a few more sips. Hearing Cerys's question, she looked up, her voice hoarse. "…Okay."

Cerys smiled and placed the chosen outfit on the bed, then continued to look for accessories.

Victoria stared at the off-white trench coat, lost in thought. After a moment, she said softly, "Cerys, can you come with me to the courthouse tomorrow?"

Cerys's hand froze.

She turned her head, her eyes meeting Victoria's somewhat numb gaze. A few seconds passed before she nodded firmly. "Okay, I'll go with you."

She then gathered the rest of the outfit, trying her best to sound cheerful. "Starting tomorrow, you'll just be Miss Sanger again. Victoria, you need to be happy. Eat more, then get dressed and let's go out."

"Cerys, thank you."

Cerys sat on the edge of the bed and took Victoria's somewhat cold hand.

Ever since Grady died, Victoria's hands always seemed to be this cold. Cerys squeezed it gently. "Victoria, I just want you to get back on your feet. No matter how long it takes, as long as you get better."

Victoria looked at her steadily and nodded.

Cerys said a few more words before leaving the room to get her own clothes ready.

The door was left slightly ajar.

Victoria placed the bowl on the nightstand, took out her phone, and typed in a number.

Her fingers moved almost reflexively, dialing Elias's number. Each tap on the screen felt like she was carving away the digits etched into her heart.

She hit dial.

The person on the other end seemed to be waiting for the call. It was answered before the first ring even finished.

However, neither of them spoke.

A faint static hummed over the line.

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