Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 311

Finley’s expression froze for a moment when he heard that Isadora was planning to terminate her pregnancy.

“She’s doing this alone? What about the father?”

Since the hospital director was asking, Joslyn made sure to explain everything clearly. “She said she’s not married, didn’t give a reason—probably just an accident. So her friend signed the consent forms for her.”

Finley took it all in, frowning deeply as he mulled it over.

Should he tell Victor about this?

If the baby Isadora was carrying belonged to Victor, then as his friend, Victor deserved to know. He couldn’t just let Isadora decide something this big on her own.

But what if the child wasn’t Victor’s? Knowing Victor’s volatile temper, Finley could easily imagine not just Isadora suffering the consequences, but the entire hospital going up in flames if Victor found out after the fact.

Finley sighed and said, “For now, make sure the most experienced surgeon in this field handles her case. And try to schedule her procedure at the end of the day.”

*

After paying the fees, Nanette guided Isadora through a battery of blood tests and then the two of them waited outside the operating suite.

They sat there from morning to noon, watching as one gurney after another rolled out from surgery.

Nanette pouted in frustration. “What’s going on? That old nurse said it’d be less than an hour, tops. We’ve been waiting all morning and they still haven’t called us.”

Isadora sat quietly beside her, clutching a cup of hot water, her face unreadable. She was lost in thought, as if preparing for the most important exam of her life.

She’d rehearsed all the answers. Now all she had to do was walk into the room and get through it. But as the hours dragged on, her certainty wavered, shrinking with every passing minute.

Fear, anxiety, and guilt all reached a fever pitch.

Was it just her imagination, or could she feel something fluttering inside her belly? The doctor had said she shouldn’t feel anything until after three months, but maybe—even now—the baby was protesting.

In the women’s health wing, Isadora saw women in all stages of pregnancy—some with gentle, contented smiles, others waiting just like her, their faces clouded with sorrow and determination.