Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 381

The moment those words left her mouth, every reporter in the room—sharp as ever—caught on immediately. They finally knew exactly what angle to take for today's gossip columns.

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Isadora hurried back to her office and immediately dialed Eleanor's number. The phone rang for a long time before anyone picked up.

"Mom, are you alright?" Isadora's voice trembled with worry.

Eleanor, still groggy, blinked awake and glanced out the car window. Her voice was weak. "Why am I down by the river?"

Earlier, Isadora had received a video on her phone—two clips, each more disturbing than the last. In the first, Eleanor was unconscious in the back seat, the sweeping river outside revealing Capitolion's skyline. For a split second, it looked like the car was about to drive straight into the water. The second showed Nanette suspended on wires, clearly in the middle of a dangerous stunt.

The memories slowly returned to Eleanor. "Right, I was on my way to your press conference to show my support, but the driver started heading the wrong way. I was about to say something, but then I blacked out. Next thing I knew, I woke up here."

Suddenly, Eleanor remembered something and her voice grew anxious. "Is the press conference over? Did you tell everyone Victor's your boyfriend? Does everyone know you're innocent now?"

Isadora blinked away tears. This was what she'd planned to do—but everything had fallen apart.

She was silent, too exhausted even to lie.

Eleanor quickly pieced things together. "Did someone use me to threaten you? Was it that old witch from the Fitzgerald family? I swear, I'll deal with her myself!"

Tears spilled over as Isadora's voice shook. "Mom, please… just go home. That would help me more than anything right now, okay?"

Hearing her daughter's sobs, Eleanor's heart broke. She cried too, her voice thick with emotion. "Alright, sweetheart, I'll head home right now. I won't stir up any trouble. Isadora, please don't cry."

After hanging up, Isadora immediately called Nanette, but it was her agent who answered.

"Isadora?"