CHAPTER 191

VICTORIA'S POV

I stood by on the bridge, waiting. It was night. Cars were still on the road, probably on their way home. Buses were fewer by this time.

Those on foot walked either leisurely or urgently. The former were having night strolls, while the latter were running errands or racing home.

And there was me.

Waiting for someone to show up.

I wouldn't feel bad for doing this. She had betrayed me and showed she was ungrateful.

My own daughter had refused to help me get ...