It took a few tries before Victoria could lift her heavy eyelids. She was immediately groggy and very sore. The first thing she took notice of was the beautiful teenager flipping through magazines on the edge of the bed.

"Charlotte?" She whispered.

The girl stopped and inched closer, petting Victoria's head in a motherly way.

"Victoria? You don't remember me?"

"Charlotte?" She repeated, positive that she was looking at her daughter.

"Miss, I came into the gallery to purchase a painting and saw you on the floor. You must have hit your head."

Victoria fluttered her eyes, trying to process what was happening.

"Charlie, behave!"

She turned to find Daniel in the hallway, grinning the mischievous grin that had become a trademark for him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Sore. And confused." She muttered, looking to Charlotte.

"Mom, I was kidding. You don't have amnesia." Charlotte said with a smile before closing her magazine. "Dad told us to stay with you until you woke up but I have plans. Can I go, please?" She pleaded.

"Of course. You didn't have to stay with me."

"Try telling Dad that," Charlotte said as she rolled her eyes. Her eye roll was clearly one thing she had inherited from her mother. She skipped into the hallway before rushing back to place a kiss on her mom's head.

"I'm really glad you're okay, Mom. Love you."

Victoria smiled at her daughter.

"Love you too. Have fun." Victoria looked at her son. "I suppose you have plans with Emily?"

Daniel grabbed his mothers hand.

" I can cancel them. Emily would understand."

Victoria was tempted. Not only would she be elated to spend time with Daniel but it would also stop him from wasting time with Emily Thorne. Instead, she let her motherly instincts kick in.

"No, not at all. You go have fun. And do give Emily my best." She said, forcing a fake smile.

"She did want to be here. She was very concerned about you."

"Do let her know that it'll take more than a minor mishap to take me down."

"I saw your car. I wouldn't call that minor. And we'll be having a discussion on driving while you're on your cell phone." He said as he rushed out the door.

"Love you!" He called from down the hall.

She smiled. She didn't want to admit it, but it was very thoughtful of Conrad to let her wake up to her children. She wondered if he was behind her waking up in her own bed, too. Surely she would have remembered checking out of the hospital.

She ran her fingers through her hair before realizing that she was in need of a shower. She winced as she inched herself closer to the edge of the bed, but nothing prepared her for that first step.

In an instant she fell to the ground with a loud wail. She had completely forgotten that her foot was broken although the pain made her think she had broken it all over again.

"My God, Victoria! What in the world are you doing?" Conrad said as he raced into her bedroom.

"I wanted to take a shower," she whispered, still wincing from the pain.

"You're going to have to let me help you, my dear. "

"I bet you'd enjoy that," she said with an eye roll. It was typical of her husband to use her accident as a way to sneak a peak of her in the shower.

"Victoria as you've proven, you cannot stand on your foot until it heals. Like it or not you need help."

She could feel the anger boiling over. She wasn't about to let anyone tell her what she needed, especially Conrad.

"What makes you think I'd let you help me? And speaking of why are you so suddenly worried about my best interests? I'd have thought you would have suffocated me in my sleep and ended this misery once and for all." She spat at him.

"Have you ever thought that I was genuinely concerned for you? That despite your personality I actually care about the mother of my children? That maybe, just maybe it was gut wrenching to have to listen to your car crash over the phone and have no choice but to listen helplessly and wonder if you were dead or alive?"

She gulped. Actually, she hadn't considered any of that. She realized that she couldn't remember the last time she considered Conrad's feelings on anything. Without warning, he scooped her up and put her back on her bed.

"You should probably rest. And please stay off that foot." He said without bothering to look up and her. He headed towards the door but stopped when she spoke.

"Conrad, wait."

He turned but said nothing.

"I could still use help with the shower. Please."