quiet place

There was bright sunlight outside the window. Victoria's sad eyes spread down along the green vines on the wall, and the golden color shrouded her in a layer of light.

Strange, who entered the ward, was stunned for a moment. He had seen too many exquisite Barbie dolls, but he hadn't seen many exquisite British nobles. He had never had a good impression of those people, just like they had towards him.

If it weren't for the fact that the patient's symptoms were so challenging this time around and he owed Babylon a favor, he wouldn't have taken it on.

Although the favor was caused by a small incident when I just graduated, but what is owed is what is owed.

"Sherl...?" Victoria was stunned for a moment, she almost thought it was Holmes coming, "Doctor Strange."

He raised his eyebrows, although Strange was somewhat interested in the name that Victoria blurted out, but his haughty nature made him unwilling to say anything more.

After quickly and accurately checking the situation of Victoria's mother, Strange called Victoria and left the ward.

In Strange's office, he picked up steaming coffee that was obviously freshly brewed, put it to the tip of his nose to smell the aroma, and took a sip. He waved his hands to Victoria, indicating that she could sit on the sofa, no need standing.

Victoria nodded lightly, she walked to the cloth sofa, followed the soft touch, sat down firmly, and waited for Strange to tell about her mother's condition.

"She won't survive."

"Even if the operation is successful, you will not survive."

While drinking coffee, Strange popped out these two words casually. He quietly paid attention to Victoria's reaction. He knew that she must have sacrificed a lot in order to treat her mother. Regarding the absurd behavior of the heir of St. Rigg, the United States There is no less discussion on the side.

Victoria's slight breathing echoed in the silent room. She could hear the sound of her own heartbeat, one after another. The gentleness surprised her, but she felt that besides this answer, did she expect other answers? ?

Victoria studied medicine, and she knew that no matter how her mother's illness was treated, she would not be able to survive.

"The operation will trouble you, Doctor Strange."

Victoria stood up, her gentle smile became warmer and softer in Senlu's eyes, she nodded to Strange, then pushed the door and left.

Victoria called.

"Can't you?"

On the other side of the phone, there was a dull but somewhat clear voice. He seemed to have foreseen what Victoria's call was trying to tell him.

"That's it."

When there was no answer, the person on the other end of the phone sighed softly. His sister was finally free, and he was finally free. The two of them, sister and brother, had spent their whole lives with Victoria.

"Victoria, in the next life, don't be surnamed St. Rieger again, it's too painful."

The sound of "beep" sounded rhythmically after this sentence.

"No, I still want."

Answering the phone call to no one was what she expected most.

Victoria knocked on the phone, her slender fingers looked a little pale under the lacquer red color, she was hesitating whether to give Alex a call.

She thought about it again, Alex seemed to appreciate Babylon quite a bit, so forget it, let him think that she and Babylon are living in the United States.

Looking up at the pale lamp, Victoria pulled out a soft smile, and her slightly lowered eyes showed a bit of satisfaction, just like the shaking camera lens in a horror movie, at this moment Victoria, with a strange sense of beauty, pale cheeks in golden Under the bright sunshine, it looks like acacia honey, and the pink lips, the corners of the mouth curled up, are the most sincere oaths.

"Isee you, Doctor Strange."

With Strange's reluctant help, Victoria made her way into the morgue.

Looking at the naked/naked Babylon, Victoria lowered her head and chuckled, what a beautiful body, with perfect curves and muscles, it must be very interesting to dissect it.

Picking up the scalpel, Victoria restrained the raised corners of her mouth and only kept smiling. She turned her head and looked at the two almost identical faces that suddenly appeared behind her. Sad emotions instantly filled her heart, and she frowned. , pursing her lips tightly, the tip of her nose was a little sore, she turned her head back again, and looked at Babylon's corpse with a blank gaze.

Another hallucination.

Victoria followed the line of Babylon's abdominal muscles, cut in and cut open, only a little blood seeped out, would it hurt?She couldn't help but want to ask him.

Then Victoria felt the pain.

Blinking her eyes, Victoria didn't quite understand why she was lying on the ground, why Strange looked so flustered, and why her stomach hurt so much.

She raised her hand, the color of blood stained red was pleasant to both body and mind. Looking at the redness on her fingertips, Victoria closed her eyes and swayed her body slightly, as if she was dancing to some tune that ordinary people could not hear.

She couldn't hear what Strange was yelling, she couldn't see how much blood was on her hand, she couldn't feel where the scalpel was put, and before she had time to feel the pain deeply, the darkness attacked Her whole world made her unable to distinguish everything.

Victoria was drowsy, as if she had a dream, and her life was over, and her life was over.

She had never been so seriously ill except the day her mother fell ill, and though it wasn't a sickness, it was a holy wound that would bring her glory, at the House of St. Rigg.

There was only one person who came to visit Victoria, who was sent by the elders of the family. He said that they would fully support the treatment of Victoria's mother. They would no longer dislike Victoria's mother's cowardice. disrespectful.

They will put her back in the family tree, and the greatest achievement listed for her in her life is to give birth to Victoria, the son of the great St. Rieg.

Victoria bowed her head, obediently responded, and accompanied her unconscious mother. She obviously hated hearing this, but couldn't help yearning for all the systems established by the family.

"What's on your mind?"

Strange couldn't figure it out, he was watching her from behind her, but he didn't notice anything, if she didn't fall down suddenly, he didn't even notice that she had already cut herself open and returned the scalpel Put it in her stomach, what the hell is she thinking? !Didn't she know about her mother's illness and had accepted the fact that her mother would not live long? !

"I didn't think about anything."

Victoria chuckled, the incision she made herself was perfect, and Strange's stitching was also perfect.Before long she would be out of the hospital, and after her mother had been buried, she would be going back to England, to London.

I believe that Mr. Holmes must be very interested in the information she has about the St. Rigg family.

Since Victoria fell into the hands of Mr. Holmes Jr., let St. Rigg fall into the hands of Mr. Holmes.

"When will the surgery be done?"

Looking up at Strange, that face exactly the same as Holmes made her enjoy it a bit. She would never stare at Holmes so bluntly like now. She can only look at Strange now. After doing this thing, after all, they have the same face.

"A while."

Rolling his eyes at Victoria, Strange turned and left the ward, leaving time for the two people lying on the bed, one was talking non-stop, the other was listening quietly, the air was slowly floating under the sun , with a bit of peace and tranquility.

After the operation, will the mother wake up?

The biggest reason why Victoria is obsessed with treating her mother is that she has a question to ask, and she has been relying on the belief of asking the answer, and she has survived in the St. Rigg family until now, and has not died.

"With the knife in hand, how will believers survive?"

"...throw away."

Her eyes widened suddenly, and Victoria froze in place. It took a few seconds before she dared to turn her head back. Her pair of blue eyes seemed to be the entire sky.

Victoria's eyes turned red in an instant, and the tears of grievance could not stop. She lifted the quilt, got off the bed, knelt down by the bed, put her head by her mother's hand, and felt the somewhat cold warmth.

"I miss you so much."

"Metoo."

Soon, the ear-piercing sound echoed in the ward.