CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: MY VICTORIA DOESN’T WANT ME ANYMORE...

As the bathroom door swung open, Corbin Prescott saw the man trapped in the bathtub.

His breath caught, and even the usually unflappable Assistant Prescott was stunned.

Julian Fordham was dressed in dark pajamas, his hands bound high above his head. He leaned against the edge of the tub, his head slightly tilted back, exposing a long neck and a prominent Adam’s apple.

Because the tub was near the window, its edge was dusted with a layer of snowflakes yet to melt.

Even the man’s handsome features, hair tips, and thick eyelashes were coated with a layer of white frost.

This scene was too shocking.

It had a kind of ascetic yet cruel beauty.

The distinct features of his face were covered in a frost, and his eyes carried a dark, deathly aura.

Julian Fordham just stared at him, his voice hoarse and cold: "Did she send you?"

"Boss, are you alright?" Corbin Prescott quickly came over to try to untie him, only to discover that a dead knot had been tied, no wonder Julian Fordham’s wrists were red and bruised from trying unsuccessfully to free himself.

"Hold on, I’ll go get some scissors."

Julian Fordham ignored his own hands; even though his whole body was severely hypothermic, he still spoke immediately: "Victoria, quickly stop her! It’ll be too late otherwise."

Corbin Prescott had no idea what this couple was up to, it seemed like they were addicted to bondage.

One moment it was Victoria Monroe, today it was Julian Fordham.

For him, the immediate task was to save Julian Fordham.

He turned on the hot water tap, let out the cold water, closed the window, and immediately turned on the heater.

He brought a blade and returned to free Julian Fordham from the bindings on his hands.

After a night of fermenting, there were two deep welt marks on Julian Fordham’s wrists.

Victoria Monroe, afraid he would escape, had tied him even more securely than Julian Fordham had done previously.

Julian Fordham’s whole body was chilled; his body and arms were already numb.

He wanted to leave the bathtub to find Victoria Monroe, but the pain in his knees was unbearable, and he nearly fell.

"Boss, don’t rush, soak in the hot water for a bit and calmly tell me what happened with your wife, and where I should look for her?"

Julian Fordham, his voice husky, said: "She’s been planning this parting all along and she left with her grandmother this morning."

"Alright, I’ll check all modes of transport. If they’re going abroad, the old lady doesn’t have a passport or visa, plus she’s just had surgery and isn’t fit for travel. Even if your wife is leaving, she can’t have gone far, she’s surely still in the country, maybe still hasn’t left Kenton."

Corbin Prescott saw Julian Fordham on the verge of breaking down and realized that his health was more important than Victoria Monroe’s escape.

He called for the family doctor and started investigating Victoria Monroe’s whereabouts.

Julian Fordham sat in the warm bathtub, fully experiencing Victoria Monroe’s pain that night.

No wonder she wouldn’t forgive him, it turned out to be so cold, so painful.

Every second was a form of torment.

She was right, saying sorry meant nothing.

Only by stepping into her shoes, walking the path she had taken, would he understand her pain.

He looked at the marks on his wrist, his mind filled with the image of Victoria Monroe glancing back that morning.

Her expression was very calm, so calm it filled him with despair.

Julian Fordham finally understood that true departure is silent.

She hadn’t even come to see him once, like snowflakes melting and vanishing from his world.

Julian Fordham felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly and lifted high, suffocation, pain, anxiety, and dread.

During this waiting period, he felt like a prisoner, awaiting judgment.

Until Corbin Prescott entered with a doctor, he asked hastily, "Any news? Where’s Victoria? It’s been less than an hour since she left, it should be easy to trace."

Corbin Prescott shook his head, "I had someone check the surveillance. The car Madam left in disappeared around the Central Ring Road."

Julian Fordham banged the bathtub, "With all the surveillance in Kenton, how could she disappear on such a road!"

"There are two reasons: Madam changed cars in a monitor-free zone, or the business vehicle she was in was using a fake plate, someone deliberately hid her tracks."

Julian Fordham’s face was filled with anger, "Rhys Hawthorne, again!"

No one else but Rhys Hawthorne could do that.

Victoria Monroe had planned thoroughly to leave him for a long time!

She feared he would use her grandmother as leverage against her, so she made the first move, acting for days to lower his and her grandmother’s guard.

Julian Fordham clutched his suffocating chest, a wounded look in his bloodshot eyes, he murmured softly: "Victoria, you are so heartless..."

Assistant Prescott quickly reassured him: "Boss, you and Madam will get your divorce papers in twenty days. Madam will definitely show up on that day. Focus on your health first and then make long-term plans. You have eighteen years of feelings, Madam will not bear to part."

Julian Fordham felt the pain from his heart making him breathless, his entire body felt uncomfortable, down to every pore and organ.

He couldn’t distinguish whether the pain was physical or psychological.

He just knew he was about to lose Victoria Monroe forever.

She said she would give him a divorce gift.

Julian Fordham vaguely felt that this wasn’t as simple as Victoria Monroe leaving!

She must be planning something else.

Though he wasn’t sure yet, Julian Fordham recalled her tone at that time, and his heart was filled with panic and unease.

"No, I can’t wait twenty days, I have to find Victoria as soon as possible!"

Saying this, Julian Fordham seemed to go mad, in his soaked pajamas, without shoes, he grabbed his car keys and ran out barefoot.

The doctor, upon seeing this, was stunned, "Stop him quickly; President Fordham is delirious with fever, not clear-headed. His current health condition is very poor! If this continues, he’ll be in danger!"

Corbin Prescott chased after him, seeing Julian Fordham barefoot on the icy ground, walking unsteadily towards a car, his eyes unfocused, murmuring, "Victoria, don’t go, I will find you."

Before Corbin Prescott could reach him, Julian Fordham’s faltering body hadn’t even touched the car before he collapsed to the ground.

"Boss!"

Corbin Prescott and the doctor hurried over, finding Julian Fordham lying in the snow, staring at the dancing snowflakes above, his eyes seemingly misty.

For the first time, like a child, helpless, his voice nearly choking: "Assistant Prescott, did you see Victoria?"

"My Victoria, she doesn’t want me anymore..."