NovelFinishChapter 401 Deanna lounged at the head of the table, reclining comfortably in her chair with a smug, self-satisfied smile on her face.
Her narrow eyes narrowed even further, glinting with a venomous cunning-like a viper fixated on its prey, she stared daggers at Isadora Vaughan.
Deanna loathed Isadora.
If not for her, none of this would have happened. Her relationship with Victor Fitzgerald-once so close-had becstrained beyond repair.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce, she merely wanted Isadora to stay far away from Victor.
Now, she wished the woman would drop dead.
She didn't even care about the child Isadora was carrying anymore.
Isadora, you'll learn soon enough: you'll never marry into the Fitzgerald family. Over my dead body.
Isadora could feel Deanna's icy gaze boring into her, cold enough to chill her to the bone. She looked up and locked eyes with Deanna, refusing to back down.
A slow, mocking smile curled on Isadora's lips.
Did Deanna really think she was still the sgullible girl she could toy with? Isadora slipped her hand through Victor's arm, her dark, expressive eyes turning up to him with a feigned pout. "Honey, breakfast is so exhausting with all this . Honestly, your uncle and aunt-barging in first thing in the morning and running their mouths in someone else's house. Do they even remember their place?" Victor's dark gaze flickered with something unreadable as he glanced at her. After a moment, he placed his large hand over hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
It was a clear sign: he was taking her side.
At Isadora's words, Deanna, Virgil Black, and Kathie Black all looked stricken, their faces twisted with anger and disbelief.
Virgil couldn't contain himself. "What did you just say, you insolent woman? Haven't your parents taught you anything about respect? When elders are speaking, do you really think it's your place to interrupt?" Isadora just smiled, her hand drifting protectively to her stomach as she replied, calm and composed, "Respect? I'm carrying the first grandson of the Fitzgerald family, and soon I'll be Mrs. Fitzgerald, in nand in fact. If you want respect, shouldn't you showsfirst? Or does that only work one way?" Virgil's face flushed a deep, ugly red, his chest heaving with fury. He jabbed a finger at Isadora's face. "I thought you were at least well-bred, but you're nothing but a disgrace! If not for Victor, you wouldn't even deserve to speak to me!" "That's enough!" Victor's voice cracked like a whip, sharp and cold as winter frost. His gaze sliced toward Virgil's outstretched hand, full of warning.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVirgil jerked his hand back instinctively.
"She's my wife," Victor continued, his voice low but unyielding. "That makes her the lady of the Fitzgerald family. If you can't show her respect, then you're no longer welchere. Don't set foot in this house again." With a resounding smack, Deanna slammed her palm down on the table.
"Victor! How can you treat your uncle and aunt this way? Are you really going to turn your back on your own family for this woman?" Victor leaned back in his chair, a cold smile flickering on his lips. His tone was icy, his words heavy with warning. "Anyone who mistreats my wife, I don't care who they are-they're dead to me." Deanna shot Isadora a look so sharp it could have killed her on the spot.
But Isadora only smiled brighter, her eyes glittering with triumph as she leaned into Victor's shoulder. "You're so good to me, honey."
"Didn't you say you wantedto manage the Fitzgerald family affairs?" she added sweetly: "Since Deanna's getting on in years, maybe om it's tshe stopped worrying about the younger generation. She should really stay in her room and enjoy her golden years in peace." The content.
is on novelenglish.net! Kathie's eyes went wide with shock, her voice trembling. "You... you... You can't possibly mean to lock your aunt away! How dare you?"
Isadora feigned innocence, her voice soft and delicate. "Auntie, what are you talking about? It's just that the baby can't handle all this stress, it's not good for me, and if anything happened to the heir, wouldn't Grandpa roll over in his grave and blyou?" Deanna's face turned ghostly white. She gasped for breath, her eyes rolling back
as if she'd aged ten years in an instant-looking as though she had grave. The content is one foot in the gra on novelenglish.net!
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