Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 322

Isadora: ".

Is this supposed to be a war?

And somehow, they're still united.

A brawl?

The elderly woman, leaning on her age as a shield, planted herself firmly between her son and grandson, arms spread wide.

"If you dare raise a hand, you'll have to go through these old bones first!"

Isadora couldn't help but step forward, tugging gently at Victor's sleeve. "Let's just let it go."

Victor barely lifted his eyelids, his gaze settling on Isadora's pale hand gripping his sleeve. He drawled, "And if I hadn't shown up? What if they'd already hurt my daughter? Then what?"

Isadora was speechless.

Even if he hadn't come, she'd already been ready to grab a broom and fight back.

She caught Victor's intense stare, fixed on her hand, and quickly let go of his sleeve, suddenly self-conscious.

Baily's face had gone ashen. He ground his teeth. "Mom, what are you doing? Get out of the way, stop making a scene. That's the main investor in my company!"

the old woman only grew more

of England, he can't hit you. I'm an old lady-let's see if he dares

up in excitement. "Grandma, you're the best!

that so?" Victor's tone was

a shot, the barrel aimed right at

"Ah!"

she crumpled to the

old lady! I can't get

crowd from around the hotel. The manager hurried over, flanked

flicker. His voice was cold, each word measured

you're really hurt, you should see a doctor. Wouldn't want you saying nothing's wrong after all this noise. So,

again at her arm and fired a second

it

"Or somewhere else?"

Victor sent a shot cleanly into the floor

the old woman's tears were real-from

helpless old lady! Call the police!

caught between his raging mother and his company's future going up

minute ago, if he'd just begged for mercy, maybe this all would

Now? Disaster.