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.

you dare marry that woman, I'll end it right here in

pressed his fingers to his brow, weary.

and never interfered. I didn't

first time Victor had ever spoken the word

losing his parents, he'd been thrust early into the world of the Fitzgerald Group's heir- enduring

concern he'd felt for Isadora over the years? That was real. He was

flown back from Europe, ready to swoop in. Right now, your only concern should be protecting the Fitzgerald family—not chasing after some romance. If you hadn't

the old man's hundred-day memorial, I hope you'll have come to your senses. I'm not

tone turning sharp. "As for Farrar... it's time

refusing to meet her son's gaze.

VIP hospital suite and dialed his

Ring. Ring. Ring-

a long time,

at both the group headquarters and the estate. Also, the Fitzgerald Group's

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