After making sure that he was good to walk, he headed towards the entrance of the building.
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At the same time, someone was walking out of it. Upon hearing the set of footsteps, Victor looked up, and when he saw who it was, his eyes darkened.
It was Rachel.
She was wearing a thin shirt. Her long hair that had been tied up was now disheveled due to long hours of working; a few strands of her hair were hanging over her eyes. Through her eyes, he could tell that she was exhausted. Her face was pale, but her cheeks were a little pinkish, and sweat was rolling down from her forward along her cheeks.
The chilly night wind in early autumn blew gently, seeping into their skins. Seeing Rachel like this, Victor stopped in his tracks. For some reason, he remembered the joke Carson had said tonight.
While they were in the Crown Club, Carson said to him, “You told a spoiled lady who hasn’t done any housework in her life to clean the washrooms of the entire building. Let’s not forget how many washrooms there are in the Sullivan Group’s building! Just think about it.
Everyone in the company knows that Rachel is your ex-wife, and now she’s been stripped of her dignity, and made to clean toilets in front of all your employees. What do you think those people will think of her? Victor, my friend, you are the cruelest man I’ve ever known. You must really loathe Rachel to humiliate her like that.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed as he asked himself, ‘How much do I hate Rachel?”
If this had happened in the past, he wouldn’t hesitate to admit to himself that he was disgusted of her from the bottom of his heart.
Even a glance at her could make his stomach turn inside out. But now, for the first time in his life, Victor hesitated to answer his own question. Initially, he thought that it would make him happy to see her miserable, but for some reason, he wasn’t delighted to see it actually happening. Instead, a heavy burden lay in his heart, and it frustrated him to admit that.
Rachel was walking sluggishly, feeling like her legs were heavy as lead. She had to exert so much effort just to drag her legs to move.
After Victor commanded her to clean every washroom in the building,
Rachel didn’t allow Abby to stay and help her. She did all the cleaning alone. Fortunately, the cleaners had already finished more than twenty floors of the washrooms before she took over. The rest of the washrooms were also cleaned daily. Although there were a lot of washrooms in the building, it didn’t take that much time to clean them all.
As soon as Rachel reached the gate, she felt sick to her stomach.
Her face turned pale as she covered her mouth. She then squatted down and started vomiting continuously.
This feeling of nausea had been torturing her for the entire day.
Nothing came out of her stomach, for she hadn’t eaten anything all day. At firs
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t, she kept throwing up fluids, but now, there was nothing Left to vomit. Moments after she vomited, her eyes turned red and tearful.
“Miss, are you okay?” a concerned voice asked from above her.
Rachel looked up to see who it was, and saw that he was wearing athletics apparel. She gleaned that he must be a night jogger.
Slowly, she got up and nodded.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look too good. Do you need help going to the hospital?” the jogger asked.
“No, I’m okay. Thank you.” Rachel put on a faint smile.
“I see.” Seeing that she didn’t seem to want any help, the jogger didn’t insist anymore. He just stuffed a bottle of water into her hands and said, “If you’re feeling uncomfortable, you should go to the hospital. Anyway, you can keep this bottle of water. I haven’t opened it yet.”
After saying that, he smiled politely and continued his jog.
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