Rachel looked him dead in the eye and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"
All of a sudden, Victor's face turned grim. He locked eyes with her and replied, "I demand an
explanation. Tell me why a person who died four years ago is standing right in front of me!"
Rachel didn't respond and just maintained eye contact with him.
Right now, Victor was doing his best to stifle his anger.
The chaos brought by Rachel's sudden reappearance rendered him unable to think properly. But now
that he had time to calm himself down, he was able to gather his composure.
It turned out that she was still alive, and she had been deceiving him for four years.
Seeing that she wasn't answering, he commanded, "Give me an answer!"
Rachel was acting so cold, and he noticed that she didn't seem like she wanted to speak to him any
longer. Upon realizing that, Victor felt as though he couldn't breathe. She was right in front of him, and
in a normal situation, he could easily catch her. But right now, he felt so powerless, and he knew that
he wouldn't be able to catch her even if he used every last strength he had left in his body.
There was nothing he hated more than the feeling of being powerless.
"Rach—"
"No reason," Rachel replied nonchalantly.
She didn't want to tell him why she left four years ago. As a matter of fact, they knew full well that even
if she didn't leave at the time, she would've left sooner or later.
The reason she didn't want to tell him was because she didn't want to get Quintin involved.
Moreover, she wasn't obligated to give him an explanation. Not once did she regret risking her life to
escape this hellhole.
"Rachel, you know that I hate lying the most. And you've lied to me for four long years," Victor
remarked.
"And like I said before, you can't lock me up," Rachel replied without hesitation.
Suddenly, the tension in the room rose. The heating inside the room
was working, but it felt like a cold gust of wind pervaded in the air. Neither of them had any intention of
backing down.
Rachel checked the time and found that it was almost ten in the evening. Soon, it would be lights out at
the hospital and visiting hours would be over.
She had planned to come here to speak to Victor, but considering his physical condition, it didn't seem
to be appropriate. When that crossed her mind, Rachel put her hands in the pockets of her coat and
said, "If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving."
"Oh? Where would you even go?" asked Victor.
Rachel stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at him. He was leaning against the headboard
with a grim expression, and his eyes remained cold.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed that there were two men standing guard at the door.
Through the slightly opened door, Rachel noticed each of them had an obsidian brooch. It was the sigil
of the Sullivan Group's security company.
Obviously, these men weren't here to protect Victor.
"Mr. Sullivan, are you going to use the same trick you used to lock me up four years ago?" Rachel
smirked, looking down to hide the expression on her face.
"Move back," he said.
Rachel looked into his eyes with a calm expression. "Mr. Sullivan, have the gunshot and knife wounds
rendered you a simpleton? I don't understand what you're trying to say. Move back? Move what back?
Move to where?"
"Rachel." Victor's face turned grim upon hearing the sarcasm in her voice.
If he weren't bedridden right now, Rachel knew that he would've already pushed her against the wall
and bitten her to death.
"I'll say this one last time. Move back to Sue Garden," Victor responded in a forceful voice.
"Hell no!" Rachel remained undaunted by his intimidation tactics. She even smirked at him and said,
"Mr. Sullivan, does Miss Salazar know that you're inviting your ex-wife to your home?"
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