Chapter 287

Author’s POV News of Liam Quinn's hospitalization spread through London's financial district like wildfire, igniting a media frenzy that couldn't be contained. Headlines painted a damning portrait, suggesting his collapse was nothing more than a calculated ploy to escape scrutiny. "QUINN PATRIARCH'S CONVENIENT ILLNESS: SYMPATHY PLAY OR GUILTY CONSCIENCE?" screamed one tabloid. "FAMILY DYNASTY CRUMBLING: LIAM QUINN'S HOSPITAL STAY RAISES QUESTIONS ABOUT INHERITANCE SCANDAL," declared another. The coordinated nature of these attacks was unmistakable—too precise to be coincidental, too relentless to be silenced through conventional channels. Ryan's sleek black Bentley pulled up to the private entrance of Royal London Hospital, where security personnel immediately moved to escort him and Serena through a side door, away from the small gathering of paparazzi who had caught wind of their arrival. "Vultures," Ryan muttered under his breath, his hand protectively at the small of Serena's back