Chapter 335

Deanna's expression froze, her brows knitting together. "What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.

Victor walked over to the hospital bed and dropped casually into the chair beside it. He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the phone in his hand, and the room fell quiet for a long moment.

"Yesterday, the old man just passed away," he finally said, his voice low. "I hadn't planned on bringing this up so soon."

He lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto Deanna's with an unusual gravity. "Mother, I want to marry Isadora."

Deanna's pupils contracted in shock; for a moment, her face was beyond pale-it was ashen with fury.

Her voice trembled with anger. "You know your grandfather just died, and now you're trying to send me to my grave, is that it?"

"Fine. You're head of the Fitzgerald family now. You don't need my permission for anything, do you?"

By the end, Deanna's voice broke, tears welling in her eyes. "Listen to me, Victor.

end it right here in this room, so you can

pressed his fingers to his brow, weary. "There's no need

my back and never interfered. I didn't care about those other women. But Isadora...

Victor had

it would apply to him. When he was a boy, after losing his parents, he'd been thrust early

But the jealousy and concern he'd felt

for love? With your grandfather gone, your uncle Farrar has already flown back from Europe, ready to swoop in. Right now, your only concern should

senses. I'm not asking for

eyes narrowed dangerously, his tone turning sharp. "As for Farrar... it's time I

face away, refusing to meet her son's gaze. "I'm tired.

exited the VIP hospital suite

Ring. Ring. Ring-

rang for a long time, but no one

Mr. Dorian's passing, there are reporters waiting for you at both the group headquarters and the estate. Also, the Fitzgerald Group's stock has

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