All Chapters of Bethroted To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

‎Victor's POVSuddenly, I heard him saying goodbye to the person on the other end of the line before the call ended. My heart skipped nervously. I quickly turned, trying to make my way back to my room before he noticed me.‎Just as I reached the hallway, a door creaked open.‎“Mr. Victor?” Mr. Peter stepped out, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What is it? Why are you out of your room?”‎For a second, my mind went blank. Then I forced out the first lie I could think of.‎“I... I needed water,” I said, trying to sound calm despite the tension tightening in my chest. “I called you, but you didn’t answer, so I decided to come get it myself.”‎“Oh.” His expression softened a little. “Alright, don’t worry. Let me help you back to your room. Once you’re settled in, I’ll get the water for you.”‎He walked over and carefully guided me back into the room. I tried not to limp too much, but the sharp pain in my leg reminded me that I still wasn’t fully healed. Inside the room, he helped me sit

‎Victor's POV“Your grandpa is dead, Mr. Victor.”‎“That’s a lie!” I snap, anger instantly rising in my chest. “You people told me he still had months to live. What happened?”‎There is a brief silence from the other end before the nurse speaks again, her voice softer this time.‎“Honestly, Mr. Victor, we did our very best. I can’t really explain everything because I wasn’t on duty that day. But the nurse who was there said someone called your grandpa and told him that you had been kidnapped.”‎My grip around the phone tightens.‎“Immediately he heard the news, he went into shock. We tried everything we could to stabilize him, but after that, his condition kept getting worse. Then someone informed him that your house caught fire…” she pauses for a second before continuing, “That was the last straw for him. He passed away a few hours later.”‎The moment I ended the call, the room suddenly felt cold.‎Too cold.‎My hand slowly drops to my side, the phone nearly slipping from my fingers.

‎Victor's POVI woke up to the steady beeping of a machine and the muffled sound of people talking around me. My head felt heavy, and my body refused to cooperate no matter how hard I tried to move.‎Where am I? I thought weakly.‎I tried to open my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Panic slowly crept into my chest as I struggled to understand what was happening to me.‎“Doctor, what happened to him?” Mr Peter asked anxiously. “He finished eating, and I came back to get the plates before leaving. After some time, I returned to check on him, but I found him unconscious.”‎“It’s nothing to worry about, Mr Peter,” the doctor replied calmly. “He had an allergy, and I’m sure you didn’t know about that.”‎“Allergy?” Mr Peter repeated in shock. “Are you saying he had an allergic reaction?”‎“Yes,” the doctor answered. “He ate or drank something harmful to his system, which caused him to go into shock and become unconscious.”‎“Wow...” Mr Peter let out a relieved sigh. “I thought it was

‎Victor's POV‎"I don't know," the nurse answered with a small shrug.‎"I want to go inside," I said quietly.‎"Okay."‎She guided me back into the room and helped me settle comfortably on the bed. Once she was sure I was okay, she turned and began walking toward the door.‎"Wait," I called out.‎She stopped and looked back at me.‎"Do you know the room number of Miss Smith's father?"‎The nurse shook her head.‎"I don't know, and even if I did, I can't disclose that information to you because you're not family."‎Before I could say anything else, she left the room and closed the door behind her.‎I stared at the ceiling.‎Mr. Smith was poisoned? How come? Who could have done that?‎A disturbing thought suddenly crossed my mind.‎Wait... I hope the Russian Mafia hasn't gotten to that family.‎A knot formed in my stomach.‎I needed to talk to Alice, but she wouldn't talk to me. She had practically run away from me just now.‎What should I do?‎And here I was talking about escaping.‎I

‎Victor's POV‎Mr. Smith? Alice's father was taken away by some gunmen?‎That wasn't possible.‎But then again, who would do such a thing? And why?‎Those questions swirled endlessly in my mind as I limped back to my room amidst the chaos that seemed to have engulfed the hospital. People were rushing around, voices echoed through the hallways, and nurses moved from one place to another with worried expressions.‎There was nothing I could do in my current state.‎Once inside my room, I slowly lowered myself onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. My injured leg throbbed faintly, reminding me that I was still far from fully recovered.‎I decided to wait for Mr. Peter so I could finally be discharged and head to Lily Hospital to claim Grandpa's body.‎Even now, his death felt unreal.‎The doctor had assured me that Grandpa still had a few months left to live. There was no way he would have died so suddenly unless hearing that terrible news had pushed him over the edge.‎My ja