Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 434

Victor frowned and walked over to stand in front of Isadora. He gave her a thorough once-over, making sure she wasn't hurt.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

Isadora shook her head.

But Andrina's expression soured. "The problem is with my Olivia. Mrs. Fitzgerald actually slapped my daughter across the face."

Victor's eyebrows arched at that. His dark eyes flicked to Isadora, searching. "Oh? How many times did you hit her?"

Isadora wasn't sure why he was asking, but she answered honestly. "Twice."

Victor reached out and gently ruffled her hair. His gaze was deep, and his voice was warm, almost teasing. "Impressive. Two slaps? Did your hand hurt afterward?"

Everyone around them fell silent, stunned by his reaction.

Olivia bit her lower lip so hard she drew blood. Her cheeks were burning with shame and fury.

Andrina's anger only grew hotter. "Mr. Fitzgerald, that's hardly appropriate! My Olivia is the one who got hurt here!"

Victor turned, his gaze cold as ice, sweeping over the crowd. "Isadora wouldn't hit anyone without a reason. If she raised her hand, it only means your daughter said something she shouldn't have."

People glanced at each other, but no one dared to speak up.

Meade, realizing things were about to spiral out of control, tried to intervene. "Kids don't always think before they speak. It was just a silly little joke. And Andrina was only looking out for her daughter. Victor, let's not make a scene."

Victor's eyes stayed cold, his lips curving into a frosty, mocking smile. "Oh, I'd love to hear just how ‘little' this joke was."

A woman in a long purple dress finally stepped forward. "Miss Walsh called Mrs. Fitzgerald a… homewrecker. And she cursed your unborn child, Mr. Fitzgerald."

The moment she finished, Victor's face darkened completely. He shot Olivia a look so cold she shrank back in terror, then sneered, "Honestly, two slaps were too lenient."

Olivia's blood ran cold under Victor's glare. She instinctively backed away, clinging to Meade. "Grandpa!"

Meade's face turned thunderous. "You brought this on yourself! You and your mother, both of you, be quiet."

Olivia, who'd been pampered her whole life, now had to swallow her pride and apologize. Andrina's heart ached, but with Meade's ultimatum, she gave Olivia a tearful nod.

Furious and humiliated, Olivia stalked forward, face flushed with rage. She spat out a grudging, "S-sorry."

Victor wrapped an arm around Isadora's waist, letting out a cold laugh. "What, is that how the Walsh family apologizes?"

Andrina drew a shaky breath. "Mr. Fitzgerald, Olivia's still young. This is the first time she's ever had to apologize to anyone. She's done her best. Next time she'll watch her words, I promise."

Victor's expression didn't soften in the slightest. Sympathy was not in his vocabulary. Anyone who hurt his loved ones could forget about mercy.

"You want her to learn? Then teach her what a real apology is."

Andrina froze, realizing what he meant—he wanted her to apologize alongside her daughter, right here in front of everyone.

Her face turned beet red as she stared helplessly at Meade, silently begging him for help.