Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 135

It's just a shame, really. Over the past few days, **not a single member of the Vaughan family** had come to visit her in the hospital-only Richard bothered to call.

She couldn't say she was disappointed.

She'd grown used to it.

It wasn't until after she was discharged, on her very first day back at work, that Eleanor finally showed up, late as always.

She walked into Isadora's office.

"Isadora, I just got back from London and only now heard about your car accident.

I wasn't avoiding you on purpose. Are you alright?"

Isadora didn't even look up, her eyes still fixed on the paperwork before her.

"I'm alive, aren't I? That's all that matters."

Eleanor had been whisked off to London on a last-minute shopping trip by Pearl. She'd been sulking over Isadora's recent promotion, and Eleanor had reluctantly gone along. She hadn't expected to return home only to discover Isadora had been hospitalized after a car crash.

Deep down, Eleanor suspected Pearl had known about the accident all along, and had purposefully kept it from her, dragging her out of town. But with all the grievances Pearl had suffered lately, Eleanor decided it was better to just turn a

blind eye.

offense at Isadora's chilly

at

her mother dead

Eleanor grew flustered and coughed twice to

if you'd be willing to celebrate together with Pearl this year. No need to make her wait until the next day—after all, you two do

really do dote on Pearl, don't you? For years, you insisted on letting her have the main celebration, and I had to wait until the day after to mark mine. Funny, I don't remember

cheeks flushed a deep

thought. Lately, this daughter of hers seemed ready to explode at the slightest

tried again, testing the waters. "What about Magnus? I thought maybe I could invite him to join us and

is my boyfriend. I'll invite him

a genuine smile finally flickered across Eleanor's

it a beautiful

looked like Isadora and Magnus had patched

***

returned to

away to stay here. The day she left the hospital, he had come to pick her up. She'd climbed into his car, thinking he was driving her back to Brocade Heights, and promptly dozed off. It wasn't

window, fingers pressed to his forehead, watching her with an