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!"

woman only grew

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

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

Victor's tone was icily

a shot, the barrel aimed

"Ah!"

she crumpled to the floor, arms and legs splayed, and burst

shot an old lady! I can't get up-help

the hotel. The manager hurried

face didn't even flicker. His voice was cold, each

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

her arm and fired

it

"Or somewhere else?"

sent a shot cleanly into the floor at

the old woman's tears were real-from

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

his raging mother and his

if he'd just begged for mercy, maybe this

Now? Disaster.

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