Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 80

‘That old bastard. How dare he speak to me like that?‘ Eliza seethed immantly. She suppressed her seething rape with great effort, forcing a plotul, aggrieved smile onto her face.

She pleaded, “Mi. Powell, you’ve really got me all wrong. My love for Vic is real, and as for Leon, |–

“Cut the act. If you really cared about Lean, he wouldn’t be in this state. Don’t think I can’t see right through you. Your intentions are anything but gond Let me make this clear.

“As long as I’m alive, you’ll never set foot in our Powell family,” Mbert warned.

“Mr. Powell, I’m so sorry. I truly didis’t mean to,” Eliza cried out.

“Enough. Get out. Don’t you dare set foot in this hospital room ever again, Albert snapped,

Victor hastily defended Eliza. “Dad, please don’t be like this. Ellie means no harm. She isn’t the kind of person you think. There must be some misunderstanding.”

“Get out too,” Albert roared, pointing at the door, seething with rage. “All of you get the hell out. I don’t want to lay eyes on you again.”

Helpless, Victor could only

Eliza by the hand and lead her out of the hospital room.

Albert looked at Leon, his heart aching at the boy’s frail state. He gently comforted his grandson, his voice soft and full of affection. “Don’t be scared, Leon. I’m here, and I’ll protect you. How about coming to live with me at Powell Manor!”

Leon knew he couldn’t stay in this house any longer. Eliza and Oliver would never stop tormenting him. They would definitely pick on him again whe Victor was not around.

Leon thought, ‘Only Grandpa truly loves me. Maybe if I go back to the Powell Manor with him, I’ll finally be safe

Leon gave a weak but obedient nod

Back at home, Eliza tenderly tended to Victor’s injuries, her fingers tracing his swollen, bruised cheek with feigned concer

“Vic, does it still hurt? I’m really sorry. It’s all my fault. I honestly didn’t know Leon was allergic to eggs,” she said.

Victor let Eliza fuss over him, but his mind was haunted by the image of Leon in the hospital room. Such a tiny body curled up under the blankets, trembling like a wounded bird.

For some reason, the sight left him inexplicably agitated Frustrated, he raked his fingers through his hair, his sharp brows drawn tightly together.

“Vic, I shouldn’t have given Leon egg custard. I only wanted to boost his nutrition.” As she spoke, Eliza’s eyes grew red–rimmed once more, her voice trembling with practiced sorrow..

“It’s all my fault. If only I hadn’t insisted he eat that egg custard, Leon wouldn’t have ended up like this,” Eliza said, her voice trembling with exaggerated

remorse.

“Don’t cry,” Victor said softly, taking Eliza’s hand in his and absently stroking the back of it with his thumb. “It’s not your fault, Ellie. None of us could have known Lron was allergic to eggs.”

Just then, the door creaked open a crack. Oliver, with his head down, slowly shuffled toward Victor and Eliza. “Vic, I was wrong. I didn’t know he was allergic to eggs, he sobbed.

Eliza gently patted Oliver’s head and said in a saccharine voice, “Oliver, it’s not your fault.”

“Vic, I pressured Leon to finish the steamed egg custard. I’m so sorry. Please don’t blame Mommy. This is all my fault,” Oliver continued.

Chapter 80

Eliza tenderly wrapped her arms around Oliver, her eyes fiching subtly toward Victor, Seeing his expression soften, she had a social sateli

With tears streaming down her face, the aid, “It’s all my fault. I never should have made that steamed egg custard, if only had prepared wouldn’t have had that allergic reaction”

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