Chapter 150: A Calculated Plea
(Victoria's POV)
I watched my father pace the room, his sharp, deliberate steps filling the silence. He was gripping his phone so hard I thought it might c***k, his jaw tightening like a vice after every step.
“What did he say, Father?” I asked in a trembling voice. My tone was soft and weak, every ounce of my strength funneled into projecting the image of frailty. I sat propped on the bed, my arms wrapped around my middle as if even holding myself upright required too much effort.
Marcus stopped pacing abruptly, his powerful frame casting a shadow across the small space. He turned to look at me, his weathered face a mask of control, though I could see hints of his frustration peeking through. “He’s coming,” he said finally, his voice firm but with an
