Victoria looked at Ben with slightly furrowed brows. “Is my question wrong?”
Ben remained standing with a calm expression, as if the question didn't matter to him at all. “You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Victoria. Doctor Bernard has ensured that all of Mr. Logan's progress reports are given in detail to Lady Grace. Just as that lady wished.”
“But I never see Doctor Bernard come to visit,” Victoria murmured, feeling odd.
“He is in the right wing of the house. If you wish to see him, I can make arrangements.” A crooked smile graced Ben's face. “However, he will not be going to the main house. You can continue the therapy process without interruption.”
Victoria gave a small nod, although a sense of doubt still lingered in her mind. “Well, I just want to make sure everything goes without raising suspicion. I know, sometimes James just shows up unannounced. I need to know the conditions in
Victoria crouched in front of Logan's wheelchair, her fingers slowly twisting his legs to relax them. Her eyes were attentive, looking for the small signs that had been the main focus of their therapy sessions for the past month.“Just one more time, Mr. Logan. This time slowly.”From her point of view, Victoria could see that today was different. Logan's leg response was occurring more frequently than before. Even the man himself admitted that he could feel his calf muscles tighten a little. After almost two years of no sensation in his legs, wasn't this tremendous progress?Logan sighed heavily, his face slightly sour. “I've done it many times, Woman. You want me to be a robot, don't you?” he muttered in a tone full of complaint, as usual.However, despite his reluctant voice, Logan did as he was asked. And after the gentle massage that Victoria had given him earlier, the man moved his toes again—faintly, but clearly enough
Victoria turned when she heard Rosa's voice. The woman was standing not far from her, staring with an expression that was difficult to interpret.“Are you okay?” she asked again.Victoria took a breath, trying to control herself. She didn't know how long Rosa had been there.“Where is Abigail?“ she asked, more eager to confirm her daughter's condition than to answer Rosa's question. In particular, she asked Rosa to accompany Abigail. She didn't want her daughter to run into Grace again.“Miss Abigail is already asleep, Mrs. Victoria,” Rosa replied gently.Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. “I think she's exhausted after a day of activity.”She reached for the empty glass on the table, poured water, then drank it down. At least the thirst in her throat was gone. At least she could be a little calmer.But in reality, she couldn't.The conversation between Grace and Logan kept ringing in her head. There was something in that woman's eyes that gave Victoria goosebumps. A triumphant gaze
Victoria carefully placed a cup of warm lemon tea on the table. The aroma filled the room, which was decorated with dark wood and dim lighting.“Here's your tea, Mr. Logan,” she said quietly, making sure her voice remained calm even though her mind was in turmoil.The man glanced briefly at the cup, then looked back at her intently. His blue eyes looked sharp in the light of the lamp.“So... can you talk properly now?”Victoria frowned. ”I've been able to talk all along.”“But why are you so scared as if I were a ghost?” Logan replied sarcastically. ”In case you've forgotten, this is my office. And why are you here? Don't you have a room that you have to sleep on the sofa?”Tonight Logan sounded more talkative than usual. His expression was livelier, not as rigid as when he met Grace a few hours ago.Victoria knew why. Logan played his role perfectly in front of his aunt—not only to protect himself, but also her and Ben.Although Ben initially worked under Grace's orders for money, th
That morning, the Victorian world seemed to collapse.The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway, accompanied by the panicked screams of a servant.“Mrs. Victoria! Please hurry to Abigail's room!” Hani shouted, almost out of breath.Victoria immediately took off the apron she was wearing. This morning she had deliberately woken up early to prepare breakfast for Abigail and Logan, but Hani's words just now made her heart race.“What's going on, Hani?” she asked anxiously.However, the maid did not answer, she just turned and ran back to her daughter's room. Without thinking twice, Victoria followed her.As soon as the door opened, the sight in front of her hit her like a storm. Abigail's small body lay on the bed, convulsing with a face as pale as paper.“Abby!”Victoria rushed over to her, her hands trembling as she tried to touch her. The child's breathing was short and irregular,
Victoria sat in the hospital garden with a blank look on her face. Her thoughts wandered to many things—Abigail lying weak in the treatment room, her angry words to Logan, and Grace's offer that felt like a subtle trap.The sound of soft footsteps approached. Anna, one of the nurses who had been taking care of Abigail from the start, looked at her sympathetically.“Are you okay, Miss Victoria?” she asked gently.Victoria raised her head, trying to smile even though her heart was still heavy. ”I'm fine. It's just that ... I think Abigail is doing better than before.”Her hands squeezed each other, trying to ease the anxiety that bound her chest. Although most of her words were true, the real reason she was here was Logan's words.How could that man say such a thing so easily?Anna patted her shoulder softly. “Calm down, Miss Victoria. I'm sure Abigail can get through this difficult time. She's a strong girl, like her mother.”The words brought a little warmth to her heart. ”You're righ
Victoria raised her head, trying to ward off the lingering sleepiness. The door opened slowly and Logan appeared in his trademark leather jacket. His face looked tired, but his eyes were as sharp as ever.“When did you arrive?”“I need to talk,” he said bluntly. There was no answer to his question, making Victoria growl in annoyance.“Mr. Logan, this is not the right time. I'm tired, and Abigail would look for me if I wasn't by her side.”Logan sighed deeply, moving his wheelchair closer to her. “I know you're mad at me, Victoria. But this is important. Can we talk? Just for a moment. “At first Logan wanted to be forceful, but when he visited this room last night he felt sorry for Victoria's tired face. Even though the woman could have gotten enough rest, as Logan thought, she wouldn't leave Abigail under the supervision of someone else just like that.Victoria's love and affection for her daughter wa
Victoria had just returned to Abigail's treatment room when sleepiness struck again. She sighed, trying to gather the energy left after her long conversation with Logan.“I need to sleep,” she murmured, half-whispering to herself.“Get enough rest.”The voice made her turn her head. She almost forgot about Logan, who was now standing in the doorway, staring at her with a difficult look in his eyes. Victoria just nodded slowly in response, letting the man leave without another word.Ben, who was standing not far from Logan, also said goodbye with a respectful nod before they both left the hospital.Victoria stared blankly at the door of Abigail's treatment room again.“What ... should I reconsider Logan's words?” she thought to herself. There were many things that bothered her mind, but she knew it wasn't the right time to make big decisions. She had to calm down first.Inside the room, Abigail was still asleep with a pale face. The IV was still attached to her small hand, while the me
Victoria sat in the corner of the room, carefully watching the interaction between Abigail and Logan. There was a real warmth between them—something rarely seen in Logan's usually cold demeanor.“Looks like I'm being left out,” she muttered quietly, more to herself. But, strangely, a small smile still adorned her face.Abigail seemed much more cheerful since Logan arrived. The little girl asked a lot of questions, and Logan answered them calmly, straightforwardly, but still full of tenderness.Occasionally, the man asked Victoria questions, but the woman was reluctant to respond too much. Whatever Logan said, she still found it hard to fully believe his intentions. She knew Logan wanted something from her—consent to move Abigail to Grace's recommended hospital.Even though Logan had put his trusted people in charge of watching over Abigail, Victoria still couldn't allow her daughter to be alone without her own supervision. However,
Victoria had just gotten up, preparing to leave Logan with all the emotional scars she carried, when her cell phone vibrated. Chris's name appeared on the screen, making her catch her breath.“Chris?” Her voice trembled as she answered the call.“Victoria, you have to get here right away,” Chris' voice sounded urgent. ‘Abigail's condition is worsening. We have to do a spinal cord transplant as soon as possible. We need a donor immediately.”Victoria's blood seemed to freeze. Her legs weakened, forcing her to hold on to the table so she wouldn't fall. ’I'll be right there.”Without waiting for an answer, she immediately hung up and hurried out of the cafe. She didn't care if Logan called her, trying to stop her. However, when she arrived at the hospital, she found Logan had followed her.Chris was waiting for her in front of Abigail's treatment room. His face looked serious, his eyes full of fatigue.
It was quite late at night when Victoria made sure Abigail was fast asleep. The little girl's even breathing and peaceful face brought a little calm to her heart. However, her thoughts were still filled with the unexpected encounter earlier that afternoon. Frans, with all his arrogance, had managed to shake the determination that she had worked so hard to build.After making sure Abigail was comfortable, Victoria decided to step out for a moment. There was a small coffee shop at the end of the street that she knew wasn't too busy at this time of day. Wearing a light jacket, she whispered to the nurse on duty in front of Abigail's room.“If anything happens, please contact me immediately,” she pleaded.The nurse nodded obediently, and Victoria stepped outside. The night air was quite cold, but she enjoyed it. Her steps felt light, even though her thoughts remained heavy.The small shop was almost empty, with only a couple of young people sittin
The days felt so long, but at least there was a glimmer of hope. Victoria spent almost all her time in the hospital, sitting by Abigail's bedside. The girl's small face was beginning to show a little color, although she still looked pale. Her tiny, weak hands gripped Victoria's fingers, and although the grip was barely perceptible, the small touch gave her extraordinary strength.Meanwhile, Logan continued his routine with unwavering determination. Even though he had to walk with a cane, he still went to the office, making sure Dallas Corp was still running after the dark times Grace left. Occasionally, he would send Victoria a message, asking about Abigail's condition or simply reminding her to eat.“Mommy, I want ice cream...” Abigail muttered hoarsely.Victoria smiled gently, stroking her daughter's hair lovingly. “Honey, you can't have ice cream yet. Dr. Chris says you still have to eat soft foods first.”Abigail pouted, her bi
Logan arrived at the Victoria family home quickly. His black car stopped gracefully in front of the fence, creating an aura of undeniable authority. With a cane in his hand, he got out, his eyes full of controlled anger.On the doorstep, James, Abigail, and Lucy appeared, their gaze filled with shock at the sight of the man.“What is this?” James asked suspiciously, his expression hardening.Logan stared at them sharply, without a shred of doubt in his eyes. ‘I hear you refused to help Abigail. But I haven't come to beg. I want to make you an offer.”“An offer?’ Lucy cocked her head, her expression instantly changing to one of interest.“That's right,” Logan replied firmly. ‘I will pay dearly if one of you is suitable to be a donor for Abigail. Cash, in large enough amounts to change your lives.”Instantly, James, Abigail, and Lucy's eyes lit up. Greed was clearly etched on their fa
That morning, Victoria sat next to Abigail's bed, her fingers tightly gripping the girl's small hand. Abigail's pale face cut her to the heart, even though she had passed her critical period the night before. The morning sunlight penetrated the window curtains, but its warmth was unable to dispel the anxiety that continued to haunt Victoria's heart.Chris entered the room with calm steps, a tablet in his hand. His face was serious, as always, but this time there was a note of caution in his voice.“Mrs. Victoria,” he called, breaking the silence. ‘I would like to update you on Abigail's condition.”Victoria immediately stood up, looking at the doctor attentively. ’How is she, Doc? Has she really passed her critical period?”Chris nodded slowly. “For now, yes. Last night's blood transfusion helped stabilize her hemoglobin levels. But...”Victoria could feel the tension in his tone of voice. ‘But
That morning, the sun shone warmly, illuminating the therapy room downstairs. Victoria stood in the corner of the room, watching Logan practice his little steps. The cane he used was starting to touch the floor less and less. He walked slowly, his leg muscles working hard to support his body.“Good, Mr. Logan,” Victoria said in a soft voice. ‘Try stepping your right foot a little further. Yes, like that.”Logan nodded without looking back, his focus entirely on the movement he was making. His breathing sounded labored, but there was no sign of giving up on his face.“I can go further than this, Victoria,’ he said firmly.Victoria smiled, admiring his enthusiasm. “I know you can. But don't push yourself too hard.”He paused, wiping the sweat from his forehead. ”If I don't push myself, how can I fully recover?”Victoria didn't answer immediately. Her words were true, although sometime
The man's gaze was sharp, as if he could see into his mind. “Don't let him bother you. I've taken steps to make sure he can't do anything.”Victoria nodded slowly, although her heart was still filled with an inexplicable anxiety.To take her mind off things, Victoria spent time with Abigail in the playroom. The little girl sat on the floor, busy coloring with a concentrated face.“Mommy, who was that angry person outside?” Abigail suddenly asked without taking her eyes off the picture she was coloring.Victoria was silent for a moment. Then, with a calm smile, she said, ”Just a rude guest, dear. Nothing to worry about.”Abigail nodded, but the look in her eyes showed a little anxiety. “I don't like people who are angry. They're scary.”Victoria rubbed her head gently. ‘Mama doesn't like them either. But don't worry, Uncle Logan and Mama will always protect you.”The little girl finally smiled, before handing over the picture she had just finished. ’It's for Mama.”Victoria stared at t
That morning, Victoria woke up feeling a sense of relief that she rarely felt. The anxiety that had been haunting her mind was slowly fading away. Logan was starting to show signs of returning to his old self—not just a wounded and angry man, but someone trying to find his way back.Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden hue into the room. Warm. Bringing hope.In the kitchen, Victoria began preparing breakfast. Every movement felt like a ritual, giving her time to reflect on the days they had spent together. Cheese omelet for Abigail, fluffy pancakes for Logan, and warm lemon tea for herself. Her hope was simple—this morning would be a better start for everyone in this house.“Uncle Logan is up, Mom?”Abigail's cheerful voice broke her reverie. The little girl stood by the table with shining eyes, full of enthusiasm as usual.“Not yet, dear,” Victoria replied, stirring the pancake batter. ‘But he will be out soon. This morning, we have breakfast together.”Ab
Abigail ran up to him, her big smile making her tiny face even brighter.Logan crouched slowly, trying not to put too much weight on his legs. He opened his arms, welcoming the little girl into his arms.“How was your day, Abby?“ he asked, rubbing her silky hair.“Today was fun!” Abigail exclaimed enthusiastically. “I learned a lot from Miss Hana, and... I was waiting for you to come home!”Logan's smile grew wider. This child always knew how to make him feel appreciated. “You're a smart girl,” he praised, pinching her cheek gently.From the kitchen, Victoria appeared. Her smile was as friendly as ever, but Logan could see something different in her eyes—something warmer.“Welcome back, Mr. Logan. How was your trip?” she asked politely.Logan raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Is that a new way of welcoming a husband?” he teased in a light tone, even though he knew the woman would maintain formality.Victoria chuckled, her expression softening slightly. “I have prepared a special