**Reflections of Suspicion**

As Victoria stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her low-cut tee, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She was finally close to checking out of the hospital, and the doctor had assured her that she was on the mend. But as she examined herself, her gaze kept drifting to her neck. She ran her fingers over the sensitive skin, feeling the faint bruises and scratches that remained from the attack. Her eyes scanned her face, taking in the faint circles under her eyes, a testament to the lack of sleep she'd had over the past few days. But it was her chest and cleavage that seemed to draw her attention, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought about the attacker who had tried to hurt her. Victoria's gaze lingered on her neck, and she felt a growing sense of curiosity. She had been so focused on trying to remember the details of the attack, but now that she was looking at herself, she realized that she hadn't really taken the time to examine her own body. She leaned in closer to the mirror, her eyes scanning the area around her neck. She noticed a small, almost imperceptible mark on her skin, just below her ear. It looked like a tiny pinprick, and Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered if it might be related to the attack. She pressed her finger against the mark, feeling a slight tenderness in the area. As she continued to examine her neck, Victoria's mind began to wander back to Dr. Gray's words. Lord Harrington, with his charming smile and ruthless business dealings. Could he really have been involved in her attack? The thought sent a chill down her spine, and she felt a surge of determination. She was going to get to the bottom of this, no matter what it took. Victoria took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over her. She was almost ready to leave the hospital, and she knew that she needed to focus on getting better, not dwelling on the past. But as she turned away from the mirror, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, and that the truth about her attack was still waiting to be uncovered.