Chapter 137

William's large hand gripped Victoria's chest as he thrust into her with increasing intensity. Victoria let out a scream before succumbing to the wave of pleasure that washed over her.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, while Victoria was nearly melting, her soft, breathy moans more arousing than the filthiest words.

William was nearing his limit, feeling himself losing control.

His strong waist muscles tensed, his leg muscles bulged, and sweat dripped down his body.

As he climaxed, he held Victoria tightly against him, his hot member pulsing inside her.

Afterwards, their naked bodies lay intertwined on the bed, Victoria's face flushed a deep red.

William lay on top of her, gently kissing her face.

Suddenly, Victoria's phone rang, pulling her back to reality.

It was Samuel, her boyfriend.

Victoria's face turned pale, the images of her and William's entanglement still vivid in her mind.

She felt utterly despicable. She had Samuel, yet she had slept with William.

Samuel was her only salvation. How could she betray him?

With trembling fingers, she swiped the screen and answered the call.

"Victoria, why did it take you so long to answer?" Samuel's warm, pleasant voice came through the phone, and Victoria could almost picture his smiling face.

A complex emotion flashed in Victoria's eyes. She bit her lip and whispered, "I was just drinking some water."

There was a brief pause before Samuel spoke again, "You sound strange. Is everything okay?"

Victoria gripped the phone tightly, guilt and shame flooding her heart. "I'm fine, I just choked a little."

"I see," Samuel said, not suspecting anything. "I'm at the hospital now. Get some rest, goodnight."

Samuel hung up, and two hot tears rolled down Victoria's cheeks.

In this relationship, Samuel had given so much more than she had.

How could she let a few sweet words from William lead her to betray Samuel?

"Do you regret it?" William's voice drifted over.

Victoria snapped back to reality, meeting his deep gaze.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she shook her head and choked out, "William, you need to leave. Don't come looking for me again."

"What do you mean?" William's anger flared, and he slammed his hand on the nightstand, shattering the intimate atmosphere. "We were just making love, and now you want to cut ties?"

"What else can I do?" Victoria mustered the courage to look up at him. "Will you break up with Alice?"

At the mention of Alice, William's expression turned cold.

He loved Victoria, but he couldn't leave Alice.

He owed her.

Victoria took a deep breath and spoke again, "I believe you have feelings for me, but William, you're going to marry her. Do you want me to be the mistress everyone despises?"

Victoria closed her eyes, waiting for his answer.

But William remained silent.

The room was deathly quiet, the spring rain tapping against the window.

After a long while, William's hoarse voice broke the silence, "Victoria, can't you just hang in there for me? I'll try to make it up to you."

Make it up to her? Victoria let out a bitter laugh. Compensation was not what she needed.

Her heart ached as she slowly opened her eyes, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling. Her voice was distant, "William, either you break up with Alice," she paused, "or you never show up in front of me again."

William's breath hitched, his grip on her shoulder tightening, veins bulging as if he might explode any second.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, if that's what you want, I'll fulfill your wish!"

Victoria exhaled sharply at his words.

William climbed off her, picked up his clothes from the floor, dressed, and left.

Victoria watched his broad back disappear through the door, her eyes welling up with tears.

She picked up the documents William had left behind. It was the transfer agreement for Nora's house. If she signed it, the house would be hers.

She tossed the papers onto the table and covered her face, silently crying.

William stepped out of the building, a cold wind hitting him, making him shiver.

He stood by the roadside, lighting a cigarette and taking a slow drag, exhaling smoke.

He squinted, a dull ache in his chest. This feeling was unbearable.

The hospital's test results were in. In a twist of fate, Victoria was a perfect match for Nora.

Nora's condition was critical. Without a transplant soon, she would miss the best window for treatment.

Victoria faced a tough decision: save Nora or bear the burden of guilt.

As Victoria was about to enter the doctor's office, she ran into Nora.

Nora looked haggard, a far cry from her once proud self. Her hair was disheveled, her face pale, and wrinkles lined her features.

Supported by a nurse, she stood weakly, but upon seeing Victoria, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and a mocking smile curled her lips, her gaze locking onto Victoria.

Victoria understood her thoughts. Nora was certain Victoria wouldn't refuse to donate her kidney.

But if Bobby had been the match, Nora would never have accepted his kidney.

The attending physician, Dr. Myers, approached Victoria with the consent form for the surgery.

Handing it to her, Dr. Myers spoke earnestly, "Victoria, you're still young. You need to think this through carefully. Maybe talk to your friends and get their opinions."

Nora scoffed, "Dr. Myers, what are you implying? Are you trying to stop my daughter from saving me? Aren't doctors supposed to save lives? Why are you holding me back?"

Dr. Myers frowned, patiently explaining, "This is a necessary process. We have to save lives, but we can't harm others in the process."

"It's just a kidney! I gave birth to her, she owes me! She should give me her life if I ask for it!" Nora's words grew harsher, and a nearby nurse couldn't help but mutter, "How can she say that? Is she really her mother?"