Chapter: 249

The blood that had been rushing furiously through Victor's veins from his earlier anger began to calm. His breathing evened out and he relaxed. Without a second thought, he threw the bread and milk on the ground.

So Rachel had just been pretending. She'd made sure he'd find her, clutching the bread and milk like she'd been starved. She'd obviously wanted nothing more than to garner his pity. Victor's eyes were glittering with malicious intent now as he stepped forward. He stomped on the bread as he walked in the direction in which Rachel had gone.

When she returned to her room, Rachel drank two glasses of warm water to try and ease her hunger somewhat.

After she'd drained the last drop of her second drink, she stared at the glass until her eyes unfocused and she became lost in thought.

She had to buy food. Without proper sustenance, she wouldn't last a week under the workload Olivia had given her. Suddenly, the door to her room slammed open.

Rachel snapped towards the sound, immediately preparing herself for the worst. It was Victor, and judging by the look on his face and the way he was walking, he was angry.

"Seriously?

Is this man really this angry about me stealing some bread and milk?

Rachel watched as he approached. She unconsciously moved her hand to cover her stomach, trying to protect the baby from anything that might happen now. When Victor saw her defensive movement, the icy look on his face turned dark. To him it seemed that she was only pretending to care about the baby so she could use it again him.

"Vic-" Rachel started, but didn't get very far.

“What are you up to this time, Rachel?" Victor snapped. Rachel was instantly confused by his accusation.

As he stalked closer, she started backing up.

Victor was only further angered by her retreat, but he had no idea why. He whipped out his hand and grabbed her tightly around the wrist.

"You were pretending to be hungry just now, weren't you? You deliberately went to the kitchen to steal food when I came back. You planned it all out so I'd see you and feel sorry for you. You're just pretending to be starved and mistreated."

"Excuse me? Are you insane?" Rachel blurted out before she could stop herself. Victor's groundless accusations were making her furious.

She'd been starving and had just wanted to get something to eat. Now Victor was here accusing her of pretending, just so he'd feel sorry for her.

Victor narrowed his eyes and snapped, “Say it again. I dare you."

Rachel lowered her eyes just in time to roll them without Victor seeing. While she was standing meekly before him, she was silently cursing him to hell and back.

‘I said what I said,‘ Rachel thought to herself. ‘You're insane. But I'LL be damned if I'll say it again. I'm not stupid. I don't want to give you any more reason to punish me.*

Rachel put on the biggest fake smile she could muster and looked up at him. She blinked her eyes innocently, but said in a voice laced with venom, "What do you want me to repeat? I didn't say anything.

It's late, Mr. Sullivan. You're tired. I suggest you go to bed and rest. I know I have to rest. After all, I have to look after myself now. I'm alone in this world."

“Rachel, I'm warning you. Don't play games with me. You are not alone, and you know it. Just keep in mind," Victor reached out and clutched tightly at her chin, "that you could be dead. And with you, that baby."

Rachel's facial muscles twitched, then she paled at his threat.

Before she could say anything, Victor let her go and stormed towards the door.

As he left, he slammed the door so hard behind him that Rachel felt the sound in her bones. But the noise was enough to bring her back to her senses. She swallowed hard as she stared at the closed door, afraid that he'd change his mind and come back. When it seemed that she was safe, she flopped down on the bed and pressed her hand over her stomach. She could feel her heart racing in her chest from the adrenaline and fear.