Chapter 169: Sacred Claims and Silver Lies
(Victoria’s POV)
Marcus paced across the confined space of my private hospital room, his movements impatient and jerky. His boots made sharp clicking sounds against the polished floor, each step an irritating reminder of his agitation. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with suppressed tension. My mother, Rachel, leaned against the small table, her emerald eyes following Marcus's restless movements. Despite her outward calm, I could see the way her jaw clenched subtly whenever Marcus muttered under his breath.
"Will you stop pacing?" Rachel finally snapped, her voice laced with quiet fury. "We won't solve anything if you wear a hole in the floor."
Marcus stopped mid-step but shot her a glare. "You think I don't know how high the stakes
