The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 87

Victoria was startled awake by a nightmare.

Ever since she lost the baby, she kept having the same dream: she was lying in a pool of blood, helpless and in despair.

"Victoria, how are you feeling?"

Tobias had just finished a call on the balcony and saw that Victoria was awake. He quickened his pace to her bedside.

Victoria's mind pulled away from the dream. Seeing Tobias in his white coat, she finally realized where she was.

"Tobias, what happened to me?" She tried to sit up but found her limbs were weak and limp.

Tobias helped her sit up, fluffing a pillow behind her back for support.

"You have the nerve to ask me what happened? Victoria, you've gotten really brave, haven't you? Donating six hundred milliliters of blood at once. Do you have a death wish?" Tobias scolded her with a stern face, but looking at her pale complexion, he couldn't bring himself to be too harsh.

"It was an emergency, a matter of life and death..."

"Someone else's life is a life, but yours isn't?" Tobias couldn't believe she was arguing back. He snapped.

"What's this?"

Knowing she was in the wrong and afraid Tobias would call Grady, Victoria quickly changed the subject, her eyes darting to the thermos on the bedside table.

Tobias knew exactly what she was doing.

But he didn't have the heart to call her out on it. His expression softened into one of helpless indulgence. He set up the small side table on the bed and opened the thermos.

A fragrant aroma filled the air.

"That smells amazing. Is this... herbal chicken soup?"

"You've got a good nose." Tobias filled a small disposable bowl and handed it to her, his voice gentle. "The housekeeper made it and just brought it over. It might be a little hot, so drink it slowly. It's good for replenishing your blood and energy."

Victoria took a small sip and then put the bowl down, her eyelashes lowered as she drifted into thought.

"A while ago, I was injured. I cut my forehead and lost a lot of blood. Dad was so worried, he had the chef at home make me all sorts of nourishing soups every day. I must have had this herbal chicken soup at least ten times back then."

Hearing this, Tobias instinctively looked at her forehead and noticed a scar at her hairline.

It was only the size of half a fingernail and had faded over time, hidden by strands of hair. One would hardly notice it without looking closely.

"When did that happen?"

Victoria's knuckles tightened around the bowl.

After a moment, she answered quietly, "Five years ago."

Five years ago...

For the scar to still be faintly visible after so long, he could only imagine how much it must have hurt at the time.

This was the girl who, as a child, would get a bruise from a small bump and tear up, crying about the pain. He couldn't imagine how she had endured it.

Tobias felt a pang of sympathy. He raised his hand, wanting to touch the scar, but then thought better of it, worried it might make her uncomfortable. Instead, he rested his hand on top of her head and gently ruffled her hair.

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