Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 264

Tears streamed down her face as Eleanor desperately tried to climb out of bed, wanting nothing more than to fall to her knees and beg Isadora’s forgiveness.

But her grief soon turned manic—her trembling hands suddenly reaching for something sharp in the room, intent on ending her own life once again.

The family doctor, who had been waiting just outside, heard the commotion and rushed in. He quickly administered another sedative to calm her down.

Isadora simply instructed the staff to take good care of Eleanor.

She walked out of the bedroom slowly, pausing at the door. Glancing back at Eleanor’s lifeless figure sprawled on the bed, Isadora’s emotions twisted into a painful knot.

At that moment, Prescott returned from outside.

His gaze flicked darkly toward the bedroom, his lip curling in disgust. “What a wretched sight,” he muttered.

“Out of respect for the fact that Eleanor raised me, I’m willing to turn a blind eye for now. But enough is enough—when she’s done making a scene, take your mother and leave. If she wants to die, let her do it somewhere else. Don’t let her die here.”

Isadora’s eyes narrowed, cold as ice, drilling into Prescott.

He just sneered.

“What are you looking at? I’ve told you before—someone like you could never be my real sister. I’m the rightful heir to the Vaughan family.”

“Get out—both of you. The Vaughan estate doesn’t welcome the likes of you and your mother.”

With that, Prescott turned and headed for the stairs.

Isadora’s hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. Then, without warning, she grabbed a vase from a nearby table and hurled it straight at Prescott’s head.

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Isadora had no idea how she managed to get back to Summit Crest Estates.

Prescott’s bloodied face kept replaying in her mind.

She remembered the moment the vase shattered, glass scattering everywhere as Prescott collapsed with a heavy thud, landing right on top of the jagged shards.

The family doctor, alarmed by the crash, rushed out to tend to him, then called for an ambulance and accompanied Prescott to the hospital.

Just before they loaded him into the ambulance, Prescott’s eyes snapped open. He fixed Isadora with a hateful glare and spat out, “Isadora, you vicious woman—this time, I won’t show mercy. I’ll make sure you and your mother never recover from this.”

The memory sent a shiver through Isadora. She could still smell Prescott’s blood on her hands.

She turned on the faucet and scrubbed her hands over and over, washing until her fingers were numb and stiff. Only then did she finally shut off the water.