CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: IF THE CHILD IS GONE, YOU CAN JOIN HIM IN HELL

Victoria returned to the room and found the medicine box, applying some iodine to the wound.

Over the years, Julian had pampered her, making her fair-skinned and soft.

Unlike in the early years when she had just entered this industry, and was retaliated against for refusing unspoken rules.

In freezing weather, she repeatedly shot scenes of falling into water, slapped a dozen times by the leading actress.

Filming martial arts scenes was even more dangerous, with constant injuries big and small.

She had no status and could only bear it, applying medicine herself, never telling Julian about her hardships, not wanting him to feel burdened with every transfer he made to her.

When the injuries were severe, she hid for a month without seeing him.

Until he suddenly burst into her rented apartment and saw the wound on her back, he held her tightly in his arms, his hot tears moistening her wound.

She even smiled and said it was fine, that she would get a tattoo once the wound healed, making it more fun from behind in the future.

That lovely Victoria, the woman he once swore to treat well for a lifetime.

Now, she once again picked up the medical box and coldly told him she didn’t need him anymore.

She treated the wound quickly, and by the time he came in, she had already finished.

Victoria entered the dressing room as if no one else was there, selecting a suitable outfit.

Lazy and carefree as she usually was, she hadn’t dressed so exquisitely in a long time.

"Victoria, where are you going?"

"To Wu Ming Law Firm, to discuss the divorce agreement."

Saying this, she put on a necklace with large Australian pearls, paired with an off-white cashmere coat.

Naturally tall and slender, she put on high heels she hadn’t worn in a long time, exuding elegance and grace.

She turned to him, "Since you’re so free today, why not come along? After all, I’m dividing your assets."

Julian’s eyes darkened, "I have something to do."

He couldn’t face the decisive scene with her.

Victoria didn’t dwell on it, either. "Julian, I still hold the same belief: after so many years of our relationship, I don’t want us to reach a point where we tear each other apart. If possible, if we can’t be spouses, we can still be friends."

This was her most generous retreat.

Julian watched her drive away, silently cleaning up the glass shards in the living room, wiping the water stains.

She usually loved running around barefoot, and the house was always kept spotless.

Not a single piece of trash, just afraid someone might hurt her feet, yet he was the one who personally stabbed her heart deeply.

He smoked a cigarette in the courtyard before getting in the car.

The driver drove to the small villa, which he had provided for Rachel Hayes to recuperate.

Rachel had two experienced maids, and when he stepped into the living room, the woman arranging flowers turned and looked at him with joy on her face.

"President Fordham." Her eyes were full of surprise, "Why are you here?"

Julian, wearing a gloomy expression, ordered, "Leave us."

"Yes, Mr. Fordham." The woman left and closed the door behind her.

He noticed Rachel was wearing a white dress; before the avatar incident, he hadn’t recognized this woman’s intentions.

He thought she was behaving herself, and all procedures were dealt with by Assistant Prescott.

Except that day when she claimed she had a stomachache on set, prompting him to take a look, only for her to conspire to have a photo taken.

Now, in hindsight, her wolf-like ambition had been there from the start, including imitating Victoria Monroe.

Victoria had worn all sorts of colors while working, but most times, in front of Julian, she wore white.

The vase on the dining table was filled with fresh roses.

Rachel, seeing him looking around but not speaking, felt uneasy.

She licked her lips and carefully approached him with a placating expression, "Are you tired? Want me to massage your shoulders?"

Julian walked to the table without a word, his fingers touching the delicate rose petals, speaking in a low voice, "Did you think that by imitating her preferences, her clothing, her avatar, you’d become her?"

"President Fordham, I didn’t deliberately imitate anything, I just like..."

"That day, you said you felt unwell and had me go to the set, secretly took a photo, and posted it online. Didn’t I tell you not to do it again?"

Rachel fiddled with her clothes’ corner, "It was a coincidence."

"A coincidence? In just half a year, you secretly won over my mother and sister, Rachel Hayes, you scheming poison!"

"Bang!"

He swept the vase away with his sleeve, the glass scattering, startling Rachel into a scream.

Julian bent down to pick up a piece of glass, his face cold, his dark eyes brimming with intense murderous intent.

He stepped towards Rachel, instinctively making her step back.

Until she was backed against the sofa, with no way to retreat.

"You once had a bright future, but now, you’ve ruined it yourself. Rachel Hayes, all I’ve ever wanted is the child in your womb, not you."

Rachel watched him gripping the shard so tightly, it cut into his own palm, but he didn’t care, letting the blood flow freely.

She was already shaking in fear, "President, President Fordham, I know I was wrong, I won’t harbor delusions anymore, I..."

Julian pressed the glass against her face, "Ah!"

Rachel struggled to control her trembling body, "You can’t do this to me."

She had longed for a chance to have an intimate moment with Julian Fordham.

But she never expected that when this day finally came, it was with him wielding glass, intending to ruin her face!

"President Fordham, if you hurt me, I’m still a public figure and pregnant with your child. If this blows up, I... Ah!"

She hadn’t finished her sentence when Julian’s shard had already pierced her.

Rachel’s eyes widened, not expecting him to act so swiftly and ruthlessly!

He sneered, "What are you, to even think of imitating her? Without this child, you are not even as significant as an ant."

Rachel was so terrified she couldn’t utter a word, only able to stare in shock at his thin lips uttering the most poisonous words on earth.

"Remember this moment well."

She could feel the blood trickling down her chin, but she didn’t dare to move.

Julian had only pierced it in, without dragging it down, the wound wasn’t large.

His drooping pupils were cold and keen, "Don’t ever think you can take her place in my heart. If there is a next time, I’ll destroy your face, understand?"

Rachel blinked as if to answer.

He withdrew the glass and casually tossed it aside, heading towards the entrance.

"From today onward, you won’t be staying here."

Rachel froze, "President Fordham, what do you mean?"

"All your cards will be stopped. The bodyguards will move your things back to your rented apartment. Go back to where you came from! Cockroaches should remain in the sewers."

Rachel touched her abdomen, "But I’m carrying your child!"

His distinct knuckles gripped the doorknob, "Then make sure you keep it well. Once you give birth, I’ll follow the previous agreement, but—"

He turned, curling his lips into a hellish smile at her: "If anything happens to the child, you’ll follow him straight to hell."