Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 386

Sigh.

Finley glanced at Victor, fully aware that he was hopelessly in love with Isadora.

Here was the president of the Fitzgerald Group—a man of immense power and arrogant pride, who could have any woman he wanted—yet he'd fallen, hard, for just one.

Inside the car, Finley could only manage a quick patch-up of Victor's wounds; anything more complicated would have to wait.

Once he finished, Finley packed up his medical kit and stepped out, turning to Kemp, who waited nearby.

"If Mr. Fitzgerald's wounds get any worse," Finley instructed, "drag him to the hospital if you have to, understood?"

Kemp glanced back at the regal-looking man in the car, eyes closed, and hesitated. "I… I don't dare…"

Finley frowned, annoyance clear in his voice. "What, are you waiting until your boss loses his arm before you do something?"

***

Vaughan Manor.

Isadora parked the car, quickly gave the security guard some instructions at the gate, then headed into the house.

Eleanor, who'd been sitting on the sofa, sprang to her feet the moment she heard footsteps at the door.

Seeing her daughter, her eyes immediately reddened. "Isadora, you're home."

"Laura, set the table and bring out dinner," she called to the housekeeper.

"Yes, ma'am," Laura replied, and soon began carrying dish after dish out from the kitchen.

Eleanor studied Isadora's face carefully, immediately noticing how pale she looked.

Ever since she'd gotten home that afternoon, Eleanor had been watching the news coverage of the press conference—angry and worried in equal measure.

If only that whole incident hadn't happened, everything would have been resolved perfectly today. There wouldn't be all these ridiculous rumors about Terrell and Isadora.

But after cooling down, Eleanor considered things more calmly. With the Fitzgerald family's tangled mess, and Victor unable to protect her, maybe it was better for Isadora to be with someone like Terrell. Still, she knew the best thing she could do for her daughter now was simply not to interfere.

She let out a weary sigh. "Isadora, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I dragged you into this."