Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 88 Chapter 88 Collin Won't Get Away With This Collin chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on Linsey, warmth flickering behind his usually indifferent eyes.

"You don't need to bother with people like that anymore," he murmured. "Huntley and Fernanda are not worth your time. And honestly, they're not worth dirtying your hands over. No matter what happens, I'll always protect you." But Linsey met his gaze, unwavering. "It shouldn't just be you," she said, her voice steady, conviction clear. "We're in this together. That's what marriage is, right?" A playful glint danced in her eyes as she arched a brow. "And besides, do you really think I was scared of them? Please. Not even a little." She smirked. "I stood up for you. Put them in their place. Bet that drove those bullies mad." Collin blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

Never in his life had he expected to be the one protected-let alone by a woman.

Something unfamiliar stirred inside him, warmth slipping through the cracks of a heart he had long believed was immune to such things. He couldn't explain it, but today, again and again, Linsey had reignited something in him, something he thought had burned out long ago.

He drew in a slow breath, pushing down the emotion threatening to surface. Instead, he simply said, "Alright." But deep down, he made a silent vow-no matter what it took, no matter the cost, he would shield Linsey from harm. She would never have to fight alone.

After Linsey and Collin left, the once-lively birthday banquet unraveled into an awkward, hasty conclusion. Conversations fizzled out, guests exchanged uneasy glances, and tension hung in the air like an unshakable chill. Meanwhile, Huntley's groans and wails echoed through the now-empty hall. Fernanda, however, remained unimpressed.

How much damage could Collin-a man bound by his disability-possibly inflict? She knew her son well. Huntley had been coddled from the moment he could walk, turning even the smallest discomfort into an earth-shattering ordeal. She figured this was no different, just another tic outburst.

But the moment they reached the hospital, and the doctor's expression darkened mid-examination, Fernanda's confidence wavered. She had been dead wrong.

"The injury doesn't look too severe on the surface. But the damage has already reached the bone. If the force had been any stronger, his hand could have been permanently crippled," the doctor said, his voice measured yet grave.

Fernanda's breath hitched. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "H-how is that possible?" she stammered, fingers clutching the edge of her coat.

2 0.0% 15.50 Chapter 88 Collin Won't Get Away With This Huntley let out a fresh wail, his face contorted in agony. "That bastard Collin! I swear, I'll make him bleed for this!" The doctor, methodically wrapping Huntley's hand in bandages, fought the uneasy chill creeping up his spine. Whatever grudge these people had, it had spiraled into something far uglier than he wanted to be caught in. "Be gentle, damn it!" Huntley snapped, his face slick with cold sweat.

"Yes, yes, of course," the doctor stammered, nodding hurriedly as he adjusted his grip, careful not to provoke another outburst.

Fernanda hovered beside her son, dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief, her heart twisting at the sight of his pain. But as she watched him, a flicker of unease crossed her face. "I really misjudged Collin," she muttered, barely above a whisper.

Huntley clenched his jaw, rage simmering beneath his humiliation. The thought of being nearly crippled-by Collin of all people was unbearable.

For as long as he could remember, Collin had been nothing more than a worthless shadow in the Riley family, a burden Huntley had long dismissed. He was the rightful heir. He was the one destined for greatness.

But to be humiliated by someone he had always seen as beneath him? That was a disgrace Huntley couldn't stomach.

Huntley's fury simmered just beneath the surface, his teeth clenched so tightly his jaw ached. "Collin won't get away with this. And that woman-how dare she humiliate me? No one in town has ever spoken tolike that and walked away unscathed. They'll both regret it."

Fernanda's lips pressed into a thin line, her voice measured. "Huntley, control yourself. Ivy is still around. She's never liked

me, and because of that, she's kept her distance from you too. If shen catches wind of this, she'll take Collin's side without hesitation." The mention of Ivy sent another wave of anger crashing through Huntley. His fists tightened, his expression darkening further.

Huntley's voice dripped with venom. "She's the only reason Dad still hasn't giventhe heir position." He turned to Fernanda, frustration crackling in his tone. "Mom, do you have any idea how much we've put up with because of her? I'm done waiting!"

Fernanda exhaled slowly, weariness creeping into her features. "We don't have a choice/ Huntley. Timing is En everything. We endure for now, but when the right moment comes-we strike." Every muscle in his body resisted, but Huntley gave a stiff nod. "Fine. I get it." The moment Fernanda stepped out of the room, his expression shifted, soft frustration hardening into something ruthless.

If he couldn't destroy Collin and Linsey outright, he would find another way to make them suffer.

His fingers moved swiftly over his phone's screen, each tap a silent promise of vengeance.