Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 101

Chapter 101:

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The words had barely left his mouth before Collin’s grip tightened. A strangled scream tore from Huntley’s throat. “Ah! Stop! It hurts! Let go of me!”

Collin was unmoved by his agony, his voice calm yet unyielding. “Apologize. Now.”

Desperation overtook Huntley, his pride crumbling under the unbearable pain. “I was wrong! I’m sorry! I never should have disrespected you! Please, I was wrong!”

Only now did the truth sink in—Collin wasn’t the man Huntley had believed him to be.

Before this moment, he had never seen Collin truly angry.

A few cruel words aimed at Linsey had been enough to trigger Collin’s fury. The sheer intensity of his reaction was infuriating.

Though frustration burned within him, Huntley forced himself to keep apologizing, his voice laced with unsteady fear.

Collin held his gaze for a lingering moment before suddenly letting go.

Another pained cry escaped Huntley as he crumpled to the floor, unable to even push himself upright.

Fernanda rushed to his side, her hands trembling as she carefully inspected his injury.

The angry swelling and deep redness on his wrist spoke volumes about Collin’s strength.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” Fernanda shouted, her composure shattered. The sight of her son in pain erased any restraint, her voice raw with emotion. “You’ve always envied Huntley. Is this your pathetic way of getting back at him?”

Collin didn’t even blink at her accusations, his tone cutting and laced with mockery. “Since you refuse to discipline him, I suppose it falls to me—as his elder brother—to set him straight.”

Disbelief spread across Fernanda’s face as she stared at Collin, her mind struggling to process the scene before her.

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For years, she had kept a firm grip on him, convinced he was nothing more than a docile, powerless inconvenience.

Lacking influence, lacking fortune, and burdened by his condition, he had always seemed incapable of posing any real threat.

Her wariness had been purely superficial, an instinct to keep him in check. The most she had ever feared was the possibility of him securing a marriage alliance with some influential family.

Linsey remained an enigma to Fernanda. She had yet to uncover the woman’s origins or the family she belonged to.

Yet, as her eyes locked onto Collin’s unwavering, icy demeanor, a deep and unshakable unease crept into her chest.

This looming dread had nothing to do with Linsey or anyone connected to her.

It was Collin alone who sent a chill down her spine.

But that made no sense. Wasn’t he just a cripple?

Fernanda had barely grasped the unfolding events when Huntley, gripping his arm, screamed in pain. “Mom! My arm hurts so much! Is it broken? Am I going to be crippled? Help me!”

The question echoed in the guests’ minds. “Could it be true? Did Huntley really break his arm?”

“This is just too much.”

Nearly drowned out by the surrounding murmurs, Fernanda called out urgently, “Doctor! Someone call a doctor!”

The birthday banquet devolved into complete chaos. Guests collided in their haste, adding to the frantic atmosphere.

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