Chapter 147
Denise looked at the door with tears pooling in her eyes and she was about to go after Victoria when Vincent gloomily called out, “If you don’t want to see your daughter have a relapse, you should stay in the ward.”
“Vince, you think it’s my fault too?” She wiped her tears with a handkerchief and asked painfully while sobbing.
He turned away and did not look at her. His uninjured hand was tapping on the hospital bed, but the hostility and irritation were obvious on his face.
When Victoria stepped out of the room, she saw Christian and Glen standing not far away from the door. She coldly glanced at them before walking toward the stairs on the east of the hallway.
“Why didn’t you put on your shoes before coming out?” Christian walked to her side and pulled on her arm. He looked disapprovingly at her bare feet.
She turned her head to the side and looked at him darkly before pushing his hands away roughly.
“Mr. Thatcher is speaking to you. Why aren’t you answering?” Glen saw Victoria and raised his voice at her as he was reminded of his disapproval of her.
Victoria snickered and challenged him, “Why does it matter to you if I answer to him? Who are you to tell me to do things?”
“You—You brat!” He breathed heavily and had a hand over his heart. His face turned red as his breathing quickened.
“Ha!” She sneered. “I don’t have a hypocritical father like you. Don’t mistake me for your daughter! Also, I suggest that you learn to control your emotions. If anything happens to you, there’s no one here to rescue you!”
As they argued, she did not once look at Christian, who was standing by her side. It was as if he was a wall.
“You! You—” Glen stared gloomily at her as if he was getting out of breath.
Victoria snorted at him, turned around, and left.
“Go back and put on some shoes before you go out.” Christian frowned slightly as he walked past Glen and stopped in front of her. Glen still had his hand on his heart, but his breathing had calmed down. He looked between Christian and Victoria with unreadable eyes as he became deep in thought.
She looked up at Christian and tightened her fist and shot daggers at him. “What? Don’t tell me that you, Mr. Thatcher, fancies interfering with people’s choice in wearing shoes.” The pent-up anger and grudge she had against him for the past two years boiled and shattered her sanity. Her voice sharpened as she shrieked, “You just want to see me in distress. You want to see me in pain. You wish that I was in the depths of hell. Well, I’m at my lowest now. Are you happy?”
“Victoria!” Her scathing expression was reflected in his eyes as complex feelings tugged at his heart. It was pain, suffocation, and something else he could not pinpoint.
Victoria snickered loudly. “Keep your concern for the woman you love. I don’t need it. It’s a burden for me. You don’t need to warn or threaten me. I’m a selfish, ruthless person. If you force me, I’ll just die. I don’t care about the others.” She coughed and did not look at him anymore before leaving with a gloomy expression.
Looking at her skinny back, he lifted his right leg, but withdrew it back before it landed on the floor. There was an unreadable look in his eyes.
“I’ll bring Tori some shoes in a bit. Thank you for your concern, President Thatcher.” Teresa had caught up with her and carefully told him, “Tori just argued with Mom. So, she’s not in her right mind. I hope you can forgive her if she has disrespected you.”
Christian looked at Victoria’s moving figure as his eyes sank and he unbuttoned his shirt. He gave Teresa a nod. “Okay.” With that, he did not say anything else.
Teresa was not sure what he meant by that and her heart pounded, but she could not do or say anything about it. She dipped her head and apologized to him before going back to the ward to get Victoria’s shoes and look for her.
“Mr. Thatcher, about the matter I was talking about, have you made a decision?” Glen was back to his old elegant self, but his face was still a little pale.
The Thatcher Family did not have intentions to have a project in Glogan. However, there was news that they wanted to auction the land they received from the Coleman Family. Even though it was an auction, the purchaser would have already been decided before the day itself; that was the reason Glen wanted to look for Christian today to talk about this matter.
Christian glanced at him before telling him indifferently, “It’s no use for you to discuss this with me now. The highest bidder gets the land. If you really want this land, just prepare more money. There’s no need to come to me.”
Auctions were filled with uncertainties. So, it was hard to predict who would be the winner, especially since that piece of land in Glogan was a valuable one. Many companies were eager and would be trying their best to win the land. To outbid the rest of the companies during the auction, the Coleman Group would have to give the highest price in the market, which was not a good thing for them.
“Haha.” Glen laughed curtly and insinuated, “Christian, you’ve been in the workforce for a few years now. Don’t you know that the final purchaser has already been pre-decided by the auction house?”
“Yes,” Christian answered without hesitation.
At that, a genuine smile crossed Glen’s face. “Then—”
“It’s true that many other companies have that practice, but not the Thatcher Group,” Christian interrupted him. He turned his head to look in the direction Victoria left as his slender fingers rapped against his thigh and imperceptible irritation showed in his brows.
The smile on Glen’s face froze. The Thatcher Group had always appointed the Coleman Group as the purchaser in secret for auctions both three and five years ago respectively. Christian’s answer was merely dismissing him.
He tried to squeeze a smile. “You’re funny, Christian.”
“I never joke about my work,” Christian answered and looked in the direction Victoria left once again. “I’ll take my leave now. I’ve got some matters to attend to.” With that, he left.
Glen hurriedly stepped forward to stop him from leaving.
“Is there something else, Mr. Coleman?” Christian raised an eyebrow.
Glen sighed and asked, “Christian, are you doing this because of the incident between Victoria and Bella two years ago?”
Christian only looked at him and did not respond.
“It was us that was in the wrong two years ago. I didn’t educate her well. To express our apologies, the Coleman Group has been giving up a lot of profits to Spritz Group over the years too. I’ve also cut off ties with her as father and daughter. I’m doing all I can to compensate Bella and I hope you don’t harbor hard feelings toward me or the other family members because of what Victoria did.”
Christian chuckled, but there was not an ounce of cheer in his eyes. Instead, it was pitch black that could chill people to their bones.
Glen’s heart skipped a beat at his grim chuckle.
