Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 326

After a while, Isadora lowered her gaze. “I’ll think about it.”

She understood that Eleanor had already done everything she could to plan the best future for her.

Eleanor looked at Isadora, her tone gentle yet earnest.

“And one more thing, Isadora—since you’ve decided to cut ties with the Fitzgeralds, try to keep your distance from Victor from now on.”

Isadora’s eyes lingered on Eleanor’s face for a moment before she nodded slowly.

After dinner, Isadora washed up, slipped into bed, and planned to read a bit before going to sleep.

A guidebook for expectant mothers sat on her nightstand.

Suddenly, her phone chimed.

“Good night.”

Ever since Victor found out she was pregnant, he’d sent her a good night message every single day.

Isadora had never replied.

Tonight, as she stared at his message, she felt strangely blank.

Eleanor’s words from earlier echoed in her mind.

She tapped Victor’s profile picture, her finger hovering over the “Block Contact” button.

She hesitated, staring for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to confirm when her phone rang.

Without thinking, Isadora answered.

Nanette’s cheerful voice came through. “Isadora, I have a friend whose family runs a little country farm. I just bought a bunch of fresh organic veggies and free-range chicken from her. I’m sending some over to you!”

Isadora laughed. “Are you trying to make me even bigger?”

“You need to be! You can’t let my godchild go hungry, now can you?”

Suddenly, Isadora remembered something. “Your birthday’s coming up in a couple of days. Why didn’t you mention it?”

Usually, Nanette threw huge, lively birthday parties every year.

Isadora always showed up—neither of them ever missed the important moments in each other’s lives.

But this year was different. Those parties were always crowded and noisy, and Isadora, now pregnant, wasn’t exactly up for it.

Nanette had clearly thought of that. “Actually, I was planning to sneak away at midnight so I could come back and blow out candles with you.”

Isadora didn’t want to dampen her friend’s spirits. It wouldn’t be right for the birthday girl to leave her own party halfway through. She forced a laugh. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid, Nanette. I’m not that fragile. I’ll come celebrate with you for a while—but I probably can’t stay until dawn this year.”