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!"

old woman

don't care if he's the king of England, he can't hit you. I'm an old lady-let's see if he dares lay a finger

up in excitement. "Grandma,

Victor's

his gun and fired a shot, the barrel aimed right at

"Ah!"

it. With a wail, she crumpled

man shot an old lady! I can't

commotion quickly drew a crowd from around the hotel. The manager hurried over, flanked by several

flicker. His voice was

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

aimed the gun again at her arm and fired a

is it your

"Or somewhere else?"

question, Victor sent a shot cleanly

tears were real-from

a helpless old lady! Call the police! Son, get our lawyer-I'm going to sue him for

caught between his raging mother

begged for mercy, maybe this all would have

Now? Disaster.

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