Chapter 91

Jane's eyes, red-rimmed from crying, met Victor's as he entered the dimly lit hospital room.

"Victor," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Victor's face twisted in anguish as he rushed to her side.

"Jane, my dear, I'm so sorry," he murmured, embracing her tightly.

Elijah lay motionless in the bed, machines beeping around him.

"How is he?" Victor asked, his voice low and urgent.

Jane's gaze drifted back to her husband.

"The doctors say...he'll live," she stammered.

Victor's jaw clenched.

"But at what cost?" he muttered.

Jane's eyes overflowed.

"They did this to him, Victor. Ivy's brothers."

Victor's face darkened.

"I know, Jane. And they'll pay for it."

Jane's grip on Victor's arm tightened.

"Don't do anything rash, Victor. Please."

Victor's gaze softened.

"For you, Jane, I'll restrain myself. But I won't let this go unpunished."

Jane's voice trembled.

"What about Ivy? Does she know?"

Victor's expression turned cold.