The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 205

'You beat those thugs so badly they're either in critical condition or half-dead! Anyone who didn't know better would think you had some huge grudge against them!'

As Victoria walked towards the Prescott family's home, Jonah's words echoed in her mind.

She had expected Elias to hurt them, but she hadn't imagined he would be so ruthless.

As the head of The Shawn Group, one of the world's leading corporations, he had countless rivals, both public and hidden, who wanted to find a weakness to drag him down from his pedestal. Because of this, Elias had learned from a young age to never leave a trace.

In a situation like last night, he could have simply restrained the men and waited for the police to handle it.

Instead, he had put them in the ICU.

If not handled properly, it would inevitably cause a media storm that would affect him and The Shawn Group. Even though he wasn't the one at fault, the gossip-hungry media wouldn't care. A headline like 'Elias Shawn, CEO of The Shawn Group, Indicted for Brutal Assault' would be too sensational for them to pass up.

At this thought, ripples disturbed the calm surface of Victoria's heart.

Before she knew it, she was standing outside the Prescott home again.

Perhaps because it was still very early, the main gate was tightly shut.

Victoria stood there for a while when she suddenly sensed something was wrong. A faint, scorched smell was wafting from inside the house.

Her heart sank. She hurried to a side window to see what was happening.

However, the curtains were drawn, making it impossible to see inside.

Suddenly, Victoria felt a sharp throbbing in her temples. She staggered and closed her eyes, and the images buried deep in her memory broke free, flashing through her mind—

A pitch-black night, a warehouse engulfed in flames, charred ashes floating in the air.

And her, covering her mouth and nose, rushing recklessly into the fire, the shock and helplessness she felt when she saw the figure pinned beneath an overturned shelf...

In just a few seconds, Victoria's face had turned deathly pale.

Whenever Grady saw the crescent-shaped scar on her forehead, he would blame himself for not watching over her properly. Every time she heard him, she would say it was fine, that it was all in the past.

But she knew the truth. The memories hadn't vanished. Psychologically, she hadn't moved past it. She had just been forcing herself to forget, deliberately ignoring it.

She...

She was afraid of pain, of the dark, and especially of the smell of smoke and fire.

They all reminded her of the fire from five years ago.

Victoria snapped back to reality, barely managing to steady herself. She dug her nails into the palm of her hand, the sharp sting forcing her to stay lucid.

The smell of burning was getting stronger!

Whatever was on fire, with the doors and windows shut tight, anyone inside would suffocate from lack of oxygen!

Without another thought, Victoria scanned her surroundings, picked up a large rock, and hurled it at the window with all her might.

The old glass shattered instantly.

The wind blew the curtains, and through the gap, Victoria could finally see what was happening inside.

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