Chapter 158

Victoria lowered her gaze, clutching the hem of her dress tightly.

She knew William was trying to help her.

But she didn't need it.

Taking a deep breath, she swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat, lifted her head, and forced a smile at Primrose. "Mrs. Brown, I know you mean well. You must be really busy today, so I won't keep you any longer. I'll be on my way now."

With that, Victoria picked up her dress and hurried away in her high heels.

She just wanted to get out of this suffocating place.

William watched her retreating figure, his lips pressed into a tight line.

Victoria wandered aimlessly down the street in her high heels.

Her phone suddenly rang from her bag, the sound grating on her nerves.

Without looking, she knew who was calling. She paused for a moment but didn't reach for the phone.

Her mind was a mess, and she had no idea what to say if she answered.

The phone rang persistently, but Victoria ignored it, walking in a daze, her eyes unfocused, oblivious to everything around her.

William sat in his car, his eyes following her petite figure through the window.

Harry drove slowly, quietly trailing behind Victoria.

Occasionally, there were honks from behind, but most people, seeing the expensive car, wisely chose to steer clear, not wanting any trouble.

"Mr. Scott, you didn't bring out this new car just to follow Ms. Carter, did you?" Harry asked tentatively.

William shot him a glance. "You're getting more talkative."

Harry pursed his lips, not daring to say more.

William's temper was getting worse; he couldn't even take a joke anymore.

Men who got dumped were always in a foul mood, it seemed.

Victoria wandered aimlessly until she found herself standing outside a mall.

The plaza outside the mall was bustling with people.

It was early spring, but the weather hadn't warmed up yet. The cold wind was biting, and people hurried along, bundled up in their coats.

The nearby coffee shop exuded a warm, inviting atmosphere. The glass door was fogged up, and the sweet aroma wafting out attracted a line of customers.

A couple stood at the entrance of the coffee shop.

The woman was slender and looked a bit worn out, wearing a thin, old coat with frayed cuffs. She rubbed her arms and softly said to the man beside her, "Honey, it's so cold. Can I get a cup of coffee to warm up?"

The man, tall and burly, looked impatient.

He frowned and gruffly replied, "Coffee? Five dollars for a drink? Let's go, stop dawdling and embarrassing us!"

The woman's eyes reddened instantly, tears welling up. Her long-suppressed grievances burst out, her voice trembling. "I work so hard every day, exhausted from my job, and then I come home to cook, clean, and take care of you and the kids. Now I just want a cup of coffee, and I can't even have that? Am I not a person?"

The crowd around them grew, and people began to cast reproachful glances at the man, whispering among themselves. "He's so stingy. It's freezing, and he won't even buy his wife a coffee. That's outrageous."

"Yeah, it's just five dollars."

The man, noticing the crowd's disapproving looks, felt embarrassed.

Furious, he threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it, then roughly grabbed the woman's wallet. "No coffee! Give it here!"

In the struggle, the woman's clothes became disheveled, and her hair fell loose, sticking to her tear-streaked face, making her look utterly miserable.

At that moment, a stylish handbag suddenly flew over, hitting the man's arm hard.

"Who did that?" The man glared around, veins bulging on his neck.

In the crowd, Victoria stood tall and graceful, her face beautiful, wearing a blue dress under her wool coat.

She stepped forward, picked up the handbag from the ground, dusted it off, and slung it over her shoulder. Then she walked to the woman's side and gently helped her up.

Looking at the man with disdain, she said slowly, "In your eyes, your wife, who shares your life, doesn't even deserve a five-dollar coffee?"

The woman trembled at these words, her despair deepening. Her lips quivered as she shouted at the man for the first time, "Divorce! I can't live like this anymore!"

The crowd chimed in, "Divorce him! A man who doesn't care for his wife isn't worth keeping!"

"Exactly, so selfish, can't even spend a little money on his wife."

The man, now enraged, directed his fury at Victoria. "You nosy woman! This is between me and my wife. Who asked for your opinion?"

He cursed and raised his hand to strike Victoria.

But before he could touch her, a dark figure blocked his way, and the next moment, the man was kicked to the ground, crying out in pain.

Victoria stared in surprise at William, who had stepped in front of her, stunned.

The man struggled to get up, pointing at William and cursing, "You bastard! How dare you hit me! I'll kill you!"

He swung his fist at William, but he was no match. William easily knocked him down again.

The man lay on the ground, groaning, spitting blood, and glaring at William.

William sneered, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Weren't you going to kill me? Go on, then!"

Victoria watched William fight, feeling no concern, only annoyance.

She walked into the coffee shop, bought a cup of coffee for the woman, and handed it to her.

The woman looked at the coffee, her eyes welling up with tears. "Thank you," she choked out.

William approached.

Harry would take care of the rest.

Victoria acted as if she didn't see him, walking past him.

As she took a step, William grabbed her arm, pulling her into a secluded corner.

Victoria struggled angrily, but she couldn't budge him.

"Mr. Scott, let go of me!"

"Did you sleep with Samuel?" William demanded through gritted teeth.