NovelEnglishRachel looked him dead in the eye and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"
All of a sudden, Victor's face turned grim. He locked eyes with her and replied, "I demand an explanation. Tellwhy a person
who died four years ago is standing right in front of me!"
Rachel didn't respond and just maintained eye contact with him.
Right now, Victor was doing his best to stifle his anger.
The chaos brought by Rachel's sudden reappearance rendered him unable to think properly. But now that he had tto calm
himself down, he was able to gather his composure.
It turned out that she was still alive, and she had been deceiving him for four years.
Seeing that she wasn't answering, he commanded, "Givean answer!"
Rachel was acting so cold, and he noticed that she didn't seem like she wanted to speak to him any longer. Upon realizing that,
Victor felt as though he couldn't breathe. She was right in front of him, and in a normal situation, he could easily catch her. But
right now, he felt so powerless, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to catch her even if he used every last strength he had left
There was nothing he hated more than the feeling of being powerless.
"Rach—"
"No reason," Rachel replied nonchalantly.
She didn't want to tell him why she left four years ago. As a matter of fact, they knew full well that even if she didn't leave at the
time, she would've left sooner or later.
The reason she didn't want to tell him was because she didn't want to get Quintin involved.
Moreover, she wasn't obligated to give him an explanation. Not once did she regret risking her life to escape this hellhole.
"Rachel, you know that I hate lying the most. And you've lied tofor four long years," Victor remarked.
"And like I said before, you can't lockup," Rachel replied without hesitation.
Suddenly, the tension in the room rose. The heating inside the room
was working, but it felt like a cold gust of wind pervaded in the air. Neither of them had any intention of backing down.
Rachel checked the tand found that it was almost ten in the evening. Soon, it would be lights out at the hospital and visiting
hours would be over.
that crossed her mind, Rachel put her hands in the pockets of her coat and said, "If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving."
"Oh? Where would you even go?" asked Victor.
Rachel stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at him. He was leaning against the headboard with a grim expression, and
his eyes remained cold.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed that there were two men standing guard at the door.
Through the slightly opened door, Rachel noticed each of them had an obsidian brooch. It was the sigil of the Sullivan Group's
security company.
Obviously, these men weren't here to protect Victor.
"Mr. Sullivan, are you going to use the strick you used to lockup four years ago?" Rachel smirked, looking down to hide
the expression on her face.
"Move back," he said.
Rachel looked into his eyes with a calm expression. "Mr. Sullivan, have the gunshot and knife wounds rendered you a
simpleton? I don't understand what you're trying to say. Move back? Move what back? Move to where?"
"Rachel." Victor's face turned grim upon hearing the sarcasm in her voice.
If he weren't bedridden right now, Rachel knew that he would've already pushed her against the wall and bitten her to death.
"I'll say this one last time. Move back to Sue Garden," Victor responded in a forceful voice.
"Hell no!" Rachel remained undaunted by his intimidation tactics. She even smirked at him and said, "Mr. Sullivan, does Miss
Salazar know that you're inviting your ex-wife to your home?"
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