Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce-Chapter 143: Victoria Sinclair Blocks Eugene Vaughn
Eugene’s deep eyes were dark and complex, staring at Victoria Sinclair without any intention of giving way.
Victoria Sinclair sighed helplessly and looked up to meet his gaze, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"Vivian Miller... she’s paralyzed from the waist down," Eugene’s tone was heavy, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
Victoria Sinclair remained calm, as if she’d foreseen all this, "I’m very sorry, but this is the path she chose herself, I can’t bring myself to sympathize."
"I don’t love her, the one I love is..." Eugene nervously explained, reaching out to hold her hand.
Victoria Sinclair quickly moved her hand behind her back, avoiding his touch, and stepped back, interrupting, "I understand you; if my own brother forced me with his life, I might also unconditionally compromise. But Eugene, have you thought about it? You can only choose one between me and Vivian Miller. Otherwise, you’re hurting two women at the same time."
Eugene was decisive, resolute, "I have always been firmly choosing you."
Victoria Sinclair gave a bitter smile, shaking her head, "No, would you dare let Vivian Miller know you’re here with me? When her call comes in later, can you not leave?"
Eugene hesitated, painfully scratching his short hair and took a deep breath.
Victoria Sinclair laughed bitterly, "You don’t want her to die; that’s the most genuine thought deep inside you. But unfortunately, she has already seized your weakness."
Eugene’s voice was low, hoarse, "Victoria, after she recovers from her mental illness..."
Victoria Sinclair felt like her heart was being cut, her throat was sore, and she interrupted coldly, "Why should I accommodate her? Why should I wait for you?"
The streetlights cast shadows on both of them, enveloping them in a sense of gloom as if shrouded in a thick haze, making it all the more oppressive.
Eugene pursed his lips bitterly, letting out a sarcastic cold laugh, "At the end of the day, I’m just dispensable to you, not important at all."
"Yes." Victoria Sinclair responded against her true feelings, though her heart was being twisted like a knife.
Eugene lowered his head, his broad shoulders seemed weighed down by a thousand-pound burden, barely able to breathe, and his presence dampened.
After a moment of silence, he looked up at Victoria Sinclair again, his eyes reddening, voice hoarse and powerless, "Is it that if I ignore Vivian Miller, disregard her life and death, sever all ties with her, you’d reunite with me?"
Though Victoria Sinclair didn’t completely understand Eugene, she knew that deep down inside, he was an extremely gentle and kind man; how could he do something so cold and ruthless to others?
"You can’t do it." Victoria Sinclair was sure, each word firm, "And I don’t want to be the executioner who forces you to become a bad person."
After speaking, she walked around him, heading forward.
Eugene grasped her arm, trying to hold on, "Victoria, don’t be so heartless, okay?"
"I’m heartless?" Victoria Sinclair struggled to free her hand, "I just don’t want to fight for a man with Vivian Miller. I need a peaceful life; I don’t want to live in constant fear, anxiety, scheming days."
Suddenly, Hector Grant stepped forward, pulling Victoria Sinclair behind him, shielding her.
Eugene’s face turned gloomy, "This is between us, it has nothing to do with you."
"Your matters indeed have nothing to do with me, but if you’re uncivil and rude to my friend, then I will intervene." Hector Grant responded coldly.
Eugene slowly clenched his fists, a hint of loss flashed in his eyes, and his gaze returned to Victoria Sinclair.
Victoria Sinclair avoided eye contact, not looking at him, acting calm, though her heart felt like it was being stabbed, hurting so much it was hard to breathe.
She understood Eugene’s loss, also knew his expectations, could understand Eugene’s desire to be with her, facing difficulties together, standing by him unconditionally, being his woman.
If it were any other romance-minded woman, she might agree, even willing to secretly be with him, not letting Vivian Miller know, until Vivian slowly accepts their being together, no longer threatening with suicide.
However, Victoria Sinclair couldn’t do it, nor wanted to compromise.
After holding out for several seconds, Eugene’s phone rang.
He pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and immediately hung up, his gaze still on Victoria Sinclair, "Victoria, the real issue between us isn’t Vivian Miller, we..."
Before he finished, the phone rang again.
Victoria Sinclair watched him calmly, "You should answer it; otherwise Vivian Miller might threaten to kill herself again."
Eugene hesitated for a few seconds, and finally answered the call.
Mrs. Miller’s urgent voice came from the other side, with a crying tone, "Eugene! You must come back, Vivian woke up and couldn’t see you, she’s out of control again, she’s been hitting her legs with things, banging her head against the wall, crying saying she doesn’t want to live..."
"Okay, I’ll be right back," Eugene hung up, tightly gripping his phone, his gaze deep and complex, quietly staring at Victoria Sinclair.
Time passed, minute by minute.
Victoria Sinclair didn’t even give him a look.
After a moment of hesitation, Eugene uncomfortably turned away and left in large strides. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
The night breeze lightly brushed across Victoria Sinclair’s cheek, feeling a bit chilly; she gently touched her face and found her fingertips soaked with tears.
Is it tears?
She stubbornly held back tears, turned to watch Eugene’s departing figure, her vision instantly blurred.
Her heart felt tightly clenched by an invisible hand, faintly aching, making even breathing difficult.
She tried to calm herself down.
When Hector Grant turned to look at her, she immediately lowered her head, unwilling to let anyone see her vulnerability, pulling out her phone from her bag and opened it.
"Are you okay?" Hector Grant asked softly.
Victoria Sinclair pursed her lips, "I’m fine."
She opened her phone, blocked Eugene’s WeChat and phone number altogether.
Hector Grant was visibly taken aback.
"Aren’t you going to reconsider?" Hector Grant seemed to notice her reluctance about Eugene, also saw Eugene’s deep affection for her, his tone carried a trace of regret, "He seems to have his difficulties too."
Victoria Sinclair forced a smile, holding back the tears in her eyes, pretending to be calm, "Love and marriage aren’t the focus of my life, if anything, they’re just the icing on the cake. If love ruins my current life and career, I’d rather not have it."
Hector Grant nodded, showing agreement, "Let me walk you up."
"No need, I’ll go up myself. Thank you for bringing me back," Victoria Sinclair thanked him, waved, "Bye."
She turned and walked to the apartment, each step feeling particularly heavy.
The evening breeze gently flowed, chilling to the bone, but her heart had already frozen.
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In the hospital.
Vivian Miller’s hospital room was in ruins, disheveled.
When Eugene returned to the room, Vivian Miller was crying sitting in a wheelchair, Mrs. Miller was also on the sofa wiping tears, Mr. Miller and two caregivers standing by, faces filled with panic, unsure of what to do.
Seeing Eugene, Mr. Miller seemed like he had grabbed a lifeline, his worn-out face full of stubble, extremely weary and desolate, the bloodshot eyes clearly visible.
He tightly gripped Eugene’s hand, "Eugene, you finally came back! Vivian’s been harming herself, I really don’t know how to console her, I beg of you, please save my daughter."
Eugene looked at Mr. and Mrs. Miller. Over the past few days, they seemed to have aged over ten years, their hair turning white.
Their constant care for Vivian Miller made them tired and weary.
In Eugene’s heart, these two elders had watched him grow up, and he had always respected them. Right now, he felt a deep compassion for them.
Eugene walked over to Vivian Miller’s wheelchair, bent down on one knee, and asked calmly, "Have you taken your medicine?"
Vivian cried so much that she trembled, suddenly grabbing Eugene’s hand, extremely anxious: "Eugene, where did you go? I couldn’t find you, I was terrified, anxious, restless, and my mind was racing uncontrollably... I couldn’t stop, I even thought it would be better to die than continue like this."
Exhausted, Eugene stood up, saying, "I’ll get your medicine."
Vivian hugged Eugene’s waist tightly, burying her face against him, sobbing: "Eugene, don’t leave me, I beg you not to leave me. I don’t want status, I don’t want anything else, I just want you by my side."
Eugene pried her hands off, taking a step back, his tone slightly firmer: "Take your medicine, focus on getting better. Whatever you do only causes pain not for me, but for your parents. Can you bear letting them be heartbroken for you?"
Vivian sniffled, teary-eyed, looking at Eugene.
Eugene handed the medicine to Mr. Miller: "Feed her the medicine, I’ll find a nurse to change the room and compensate for the loss."
Mr. Miller quickly replied: "I’ll go instead, you stay here, Vivian’s mood will stabilize more."
The two caregivers rolled their eyes and muttered under their breath, quietly leaving the room.
That night, the hospital management decided not to change Vivian’s room, directly issued her a discharge summary, and kicked her out of the hospital.
Acting out in a public hospital—no amount of money makes them tolerate such behavior.
It was late at night.
The car drove into the large villa at Splendor Gardens.
Harold Vaughn, Catherine Ingram, and Eugene’s grandmother waited at the door along with the butler and maids.
The driver got out, took the wheelchair down. Eugene carried Vivian Miller out of the car, placed her in the wheelchair, and pushed her inside.
Mr. and Mrs. Miller walked up to Harold Vaughn, endlessly grateful: "Big brother, Vivian refuses to go home, insisting on being with Eugene. We’re really grateful you’re letting Vivian stay here to heal and recover."
Harold Vaughn patted Mr. Miller’s shoulder: "We’ve been good friends for so many years, supporting each other. I’ve always thought of Vivian as my own daughter. If my ungrateful son hadn’t held that press conference to break off the engagement, Vivian wouldn’t be in this situation. He’s responsible, and we as parents bear responsibility too."
Mr. Miller felt deeply moved: "It’s my failing as a father, I’m at fault too."
Harold Vaughn consoled him: "Rest assured, Vivian can stay with us, if you’re worried, you can move in too. We’ll soon be family by marriage."
Mrs. Miller quickly chimed in, "Sure, we’ll move in too, so it’s easier to take care of Vivian."
Catherine Ingram chuckled lightly: "That would be wonderful, welcome, welcome."
Eugene’s grandmother frowned impatiently and said, "Can we continue this conversation inside? My legs are getting tired from standing."
With that, Eugene’s grandmother turned and walked into the villa unpleasantly.
The others followed her inside.
Harold Vaughn arranged two female caregivers and a therapist for Vivian Miller to care for her at all times.
After returning to her room, Vivian took her medicine and fell asleep quickly.
Harold Vaughn, Catherine Ingram, Mr. and Mrs. Miller chatted leisurely in the living room.
Eugene remained silent and went upstairs.
He pushed open the door and pressed the light switch; the room instantly lit up. He shut the door, walked heavily to the bedside, sat down, pulled out his phone, and opened Victoria Sinclair’s WeChat.
Time ticked by as his shoulders grew heavier, his gaze deep and complicated, staring at her profile picture, unmoving.
The screen dimmed, and he lit it again.
After several times, he couldn’t suppress his longing and sent a message to Victoria Sinclair: "Victoria, are you asleep?"
A red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in front of the message!
He was blocked.
Eugene stared at the screen, froze for a few seconds, then tossed his phone onto the bed, covered his face with his hands, bowed his head, elbows resting on his thighs, breathing heavily.
His heart felt pierced by a thousand arrows, so painful it numbed him, making it impossible to breathe.
The air was silent, filled only with his dispirited and forlorn breaths.
The door was knocked on.
He heard it but didn’t react, engulfed in a gloom.
The door knocked again and was promptly opened, light footsteps walked in.
Eugene wiped his face with both hands, took a deep breath, and looked up.
Eugene’s grandmother came in.
"Grandma, do you need anything?" Eugene asked faintly.
Eugene’s grandmother sat beside him, gently patting his thigh, "Eugene, stop blaming yourself. Vivian is an adult; her choices are her own actions. Why take on the responsibility?"
Eugene chuckled bitterly, hanging his head without speaking.
Eugene’s grandmother sighed longly, "Oh! I guessed this outcome long ago."
Eugene was surprised, "What outcome?"
Eugene’s grandmother reflected: "I’ve told you before to treat Victoria well; otherwise, you’d surely regret it later."
Eugene’s lips curled bitterly, deeply moved, "Yes, grandma, I’ve been regretting all along, regretting to this point, maybe for the rest of my life I’ll live in such remorse."
"Victoria may seem gentle and quiet, but she’s actually strong, confident, and independent. She won’t rely on a man to survive and isn’t like Vivian, who’s extreme, fragile, and scheming. I hope you chase Victoria back; she’s your best partner for the latter half of life, not that troublesome person." Eugene’s grandmother patted his big hand lightly.
"Grandma, she doesn’t love me." Eugene smiled bitterly, pretending calmness, "Since I met her, she’s always been surrounded by admirers, but I’ve never seen her have feelings for any man. She’s rational and cold; marriage is just a forced task from her parents; I’m dispensable to her."
Eugene’s grandmother sighed, "Oh...serves you right. Those first two years after marriage were your best chance in the honeymoon phase to make Victoria fall in love, and you just wasted it."
Eugene chuckled weakly, bowing his head, his elbows on his knees, filled with remorse and mixed emotions.
"Invite Victoria to meet me; I’ll see if I can help you."
Eugene shook his head slightly, murmuring weakly, "No need, she’s blocked all my contact information."
Eugene’s grandmother, frustrated with his incompetence, gave his shoulder a smack, "You! You’re hopeless!"
After that, she left the room in disappointment, closing the door behind her.
The room sank into silence, a stillness enveloping it. Eugene lay back, lying horizontally on the bed, an arm over his eyes, feeling soulless, a mere shell left behind.
