Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 

“And here I thought you didn’t have the time to actually come.” Olivier Horvatis schce echoed against the walls of for hospital where his father–Philip Horvath–was. “After that incident, you seem to have forgotten that there are people wide from that… woman” 

Liam didn’t spare his father a glance. He walked past the familiar hospital corridor with long strides, his jaw tight. His coat was still damp from the drizzle outside, but he didn’t stop. Not until a hand grabbed his arm. 

Philip Horvath stood in the middle of the hallway, suit crisp, expression unreadable. “This is how you greet your father?” 

Liam jerked his arm free. “I don’t have time for this” 

Philip’s brows twitched. He said nothing at first, but his silence was louder than most men’s shouting Celeste Horvath approached from the other side, her heels tapping against the floor. 

“Liam,” she started, folding her arms. “You shouldn’t speak to your father that way” 

Philip held up a hand, cutting her off before she could go further. “Let him be. What should I expect from a boy raised without a mother? My father spoiled him rotten.” 

Liam stopped mid–step. 

He turned slowly, gaze sharp. “Funny. Whose fault was that?” 

Philip’s mouth twitched. “Watch yourself.” 

“No. Let’s talk about that,” Liam said, stepping forward. “You want respect? Try showing up once in your life. Try not to treat your son like a goddamn afterthought. Maybe then, you’d get more than silence when you walk into a room 

Philip’s hand shot out toward Liam’s collar, but Liam moved before it even landed–sidestepping easily. Philip stumbled. Celeste reached out quickly to steady him. 

The hallway had gone still. A nurse passing by paused, then turned the other way. 

“You can’t even look at me without choking on your ego,” Liam said, looking down at his father. “Don’t pretend we have something to repair.” 

Celeste helped Philip straighten his coat. Her mouth was tight, but she didn’t say anything this time. 

Philip fixed his cuffs as his eyes narrowed. 

“If you want to do something drastic, then perhaps you should consider the fact that I wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place if I need to,” Liam said before he walked inside his grandfather’s room. “Even if that would leave a bruise,” he added before he closed the door. 

“You-” 

“Philip, are you alright?” Celeste quickly asked. 

Philip straightened his jacket and slapped Celeste’s hand away when she tried to brush off his shoulder. “Don’t touch me,” he snapped. “And don’t start asking me about that boy like you care what happens between us.” 

Celeste flinched but didn’t move. Her eyes stayed on him, mouth slightly parted. 

Philip adjusted his cuffs again. “He’ll learn. One way or another. That mouth of his won’t save him forever.” 

Celeste said nothing. Her eyes shifted to the hallway, to the door Liam had disappeared through. There was worry on her 

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Olivier, who had been leaning against the wall, pushed off and followed after Liam without a word. Celeste didn’t stop him. 

Inside the private room, the beeping of the monitors was steady but faint. The man on the bed, Olivier’s father and Liam’s grandfather, looked smaller now. Thinner. The machines made it clear how fragile things had gotten. 

Olivier stood behind Liam. “Coming here doesn’t change anything. You should be at Horvath Industries or… just stay with your woman. You are not needed at Horvath Holdings.” 

Liam didn’t turn around. “That so?” 

Horvath Holdings was the empire his grandfather built–one of the largest privately held conglomerates in the country. Years ago, the old man had offered it to Liam, no strings attached, the moment he turned thirty. But Liam had declined. Instead of stepping into a legacy crafted for him, he built his own company from the ground up. That decision hadn’t just surprised the family–it had pissed off half of them. 

“You want control of the board, you want leverage,” Olivier said. “This isn’t where it happens” 

Liam snorted quietly. He pulled a chair close to the bed and sat. 

“You’re wasting time,” Olivier added. “Philip won’t hand anything to you out of guilt.” 

Liam glanced at the monitors. “Wasn’t expecting him to.” 

The door opened again. 

A man in his early fifties entered, tailored coat, clean–shaven, holding a thin leather folder. His presence was too polished for hospital visits. He stepped in, looked around, and when his eyes landed on Liam, he stopped. 

“It’s been a long time.” He offered a brief nod. “It’s good to see you again, young master.” 

Liam stood and extended his hand. “Merek.” 

Merek nodded and gave Liam a firm handshake. “I thought you might be here. The Old Man asked me to deliver these to you once anything happens. A copy has been handed and notarized as well by the family lawyer. But I can return later if—” 

“No need,” Liam replied. “Leave them with my father.” 

Merek didn’t hesitate. He passed the folder to Olivier and stepped back, still eyeing Liam with a trace of something- respect, maybe familiarity. 

“I’ll wait outside, in case you need anything else,” Merek added. Then, with another nod to Liam, he stepped out. 

Olivier’s gaze followed him out, then shifted to Liam. “He still calls you young master?” 

Liam didn’t answer. He sat back down and looked at the old man on the bed again. 

Olivier exhaled. “You really think this is the best use of your time?” 

“Yeah,” Liam said, not taking his eyes off his grandfather. “I do.”