Her baby, not even a year old, looked weak with a bluish tint to his face.

I heard through the grapevine that her kid had been diagnosed with congenital heart disease and kidney failure. The chances of recovery were slim, and the treatment costs were sky-high.

Victoria got almost nothing in the divorce, and Felix had been laying low since the bankruptcy, couldn't even pay child support, let alone medical bills.

Basically, her child was just waiting for death.

It reminded me of when my mom died in the hospital because she couldn't afford her regular targeted therapy.

‘Talk about karma.’

In the hospital hallway, Victoria looked gloomy. After a while, she quietly said, "Lately, I've been thinking about so many people - you, Riley, Nina, Charlie..."

I frowned, not getting where she was going with this.

Victoria continued, "Those days at the company feel like a dream now."

She seemed so out of it, I had to ask, "You must be dreaming - you never even worked at the company. Are you dropping all these names to make it seem like you're Miss Popularity?"

Good thing I knew these people and how they all thought Victoria was unstable. Someone else might've actually bought her little fantasy about having lots of friends.

Victoria froze, looking embarrassed at being called out.

Her baby suddenly seemed uncomfortable, letting out weak cries.

Victoria quickly tried patting the baby, speaking softly, but that only made the crying worse.

A passing nurse noticed her long, rhinestone-covered nails and frowned. "If you're here for your child's hospital stay, you should remove those fake nails."

Victoria replied firmly, "Even in a hospital, one must maintain standards."

‘What a nutcase,’ I couldn't help but laugh.

I was done dealing with her, so I left without another word.

She's stuck in her own world, acting like some dethroned Disney princess who lost her crown. But anyway, that's her choice, let her keep living in that fantasy.

As for me, It's time to move forward with my life.