Breaking Free From My Ex (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273

Alexander tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp and assessing.

He understood perfectly well that Isabella was extending him an olive branch.

But why? She had no personal stake in this mess.

Damian and Victoria were walking catastrophes—any sane person would steer clear.

Isabella’s smile remained gentle, but her tone was laced with venom, deliberately provoking Damian further.

“Ahhh!” Though his mother tried to shield him, the scalding coffee splashed over Damian’s skin, drawing a pained scream from his lips.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for this!” Damian had never been humiliated like this in his life.

Despite being illegitimate, he had been coddled endlessly, handed everything on a silver platter.

This was the first time a woman had dared to treat him with such contempt.

Moments ago, Alexander had knocked him to the ground.

Now, seared by the boiling liquid, Damian looked like a drenched, beaten mutt.

Victoria wasn’t faring any better.

The coffee soaked through her designer dress, leaving angry red burns on her skin.

She struggled to maintain her composure, but the pain was too raw to conceal.

“Alexander, is this how you handle your affairs?” Her voice was icy, a stark contrast to her usual saccharine tone. “Even if you despise Damian and me, you shouldn’t allow deliberate harm.”

Normally, she wore a mask of gentility, but now her face was twisted with fury, radiating malice.

Victoria lunged toward Isabella, her movements unsteady but her intent clear.

“Miss Sinclair, if your parents failed to teach you manners, I’ll gladly correct that oversight myself.”

From Isabella’s perspective, Victoria’s attack was clumsy—her balance off, her stance weak.

Isabella’s voice was razor-sharp, dripping with mockery.

“Only the dead can raise me now. If you think you’re up to the task, go ahead.”

Her expression remained eerily calm, but her dark eyes locked onto Victoria’s, and for a heartbeat, Victoria felt like she was staring into the abyss.

A jolt of fear shot through her.

Could Isabella truly be capable of violence? No, it had to be her imagination.

The unsettling thought only fueled Victoria’s rage.