Chapter 93: What I fear is not retribution Chapter 93: What I fear is not retribution The villa’s door opened, and Victoria Garcia got up from the sofa. Without even putting on her shoes, she hurriedly ran towards the entrance. But before she got there, Arnold Johnson had already entered the living room.
Seeing her like this, Arnold naturally knew what she wanted to find out.
“No news yet,” Arnold said as he took off his outer coat.
Underneath, he was wearing a white shirt and a gray suit vest. This was the first time Victoria had seen him dressed like this.
In the past, she never found men wearing suit vests good-looking. But when she saw Arnold, she suddenly thought of a saying: you think that clothing looks bad because you haven’t seen someone who looks good in it.
When it came to men, this was even more true.
Arnold walked closer to her and gently flicked her forehead.
“Do you want me to take off a few more pieces, so you can get a better look?”
His smiling eyes were filled with charm.
“Pervert.” Victoria angrily replied with two words.
After saying that, she turned to leave.
But Arnold caught up with her, reaching out and draping his arm over her shoulder.
“New Year’s is in a week,” Victoria said, her tone involuntarily carrying a hint of loss.
Arnold lowered his head and pulled her body into his embrace.
“It should be soon,” he said.
Victoria quietly explained, “Although I know she’s safe right now, I just can’t help but worry about her.”
“I want to know, what does Ava think? Does she want the baby in her belly, or not?”
“I think you’re more troubled than her,” Arnold said, revealing her inner thoughts.
Victoria gently furrowed her brows, her lips opening and closing. After a while, she finally said, “With our mother gone, I can’t help but try to impose my own ideas onto her.”
“You don’t want that child?”
“Do you think I’m cruel? After all, that child is innocent.” Victoria knew this in her heart, but what she cared about more was her sister’s future happiness.
Arnold touched her hair gently, saying, “I understand your thoughts.”
“Once Ava has this child, the Collins family will undoubtedly take it from her. The child will grow up under the care of a father who is physically and mentally unhealthy, and he might even become a tool for power struggles.” Victoria pursed her lips before continuing, “What I want even less is to see my sister struggle throughout her life because of this child.”
“In that case, let me be the villain.”
“If there is retribution from the heavens, let it fall upon me.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Arnold’s hand reached to cover her mouth, admonishing her with a hint of concern, “Don’t you curse yourself like that.”
“I didn’t expect the fearless Mr. Johnson to actually believe in such things?”
When she said this, her mouth involuntarily curved into a smile, and her tone unconsciously carried a hint of coquetry.
It was clear that her heart was still slightly pleased.
“I’m not afraid of any retribution for myself, but I am scared for you.”
Only when one truly cares at heart would they be so afraid, even if it was just a simple phrase.