When Desmond's body was sent out of the hospital, Victoria almost fainted. He wanted to go over and pull the cart, not allowing them to send his father away, but there were two hands that tightly pressed her to a chest, preventing her from going over. She could only watch as his father's body was carried away in the carriage, and watch as the cart drove away.
"Dad ... Dad ..." Victoria screamed.
Roderick's arm wrapped around her, preventing her from doing anything irrational. No matter what, Desmond had died, so Victoria had to bear this matter, no matter how cruel it was, and how painful it was.
The facts have been set.
"Why are you stopping me ... Why?" Victoria clenched both of her fists and punched the man's chest, as though she was blaming him, blaming him, but where did her fists
