Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 153

Richard shook her hand off with a look of disgust, snapping, "Don't call me Dad. I'm not your father."

Pearl turned pleading eyes to Prescott, her voice trembling with desperation.

"Prescott, please... You promised you'd always be on my side."

A storm of conflict flashed in Prescott's eyes. He suddenly realized that he hadn't actually seen Isadora push Pearl—he'd only heard Pearl's scream and assumed the worst. Now, seeing Pearl like this, guilt gnawed at him. Prescott looked away, uneasy.

Eleanor took a shaky breath and glanced at Isadora, her eyes full of remorse. She stepped forward, reaching out to take Isadora's hand, but before she could make contact, Isadora jerked away without hesitation.

Eleanor's eyes grew wet as she looked at her daughter-so beautiful, so much like herself in her youth. Why hadn't she ever seen it before?

She sniffled. "Isadora, I'm sorry. Your father and I were wrong about you."

Isadora stared back, her face unreadable.

If the video hadn't cleared her name today, she might have ended up in prison.

Victor's lips curled into a sardonic smile, a mocking edge in his voice.

someone should throw you off a balcony and see if a simple 'I'm sorry' makes it

fell silent, unable to

Isadora tonight, his eyes narrowing with

brought this trouble. But today

He drawled, each

lucky to get through her birthday in one piece. God knows how much more you'd take from her if we stuck

tightened, his

Fitzgerald. Isadora is our own flesh and blood.

a

biological daughter sounds like a

Richard, thick-skinned as he was, turned crimson

down and scooped Isadora up into

arms.

tossed out, "My woman's birthday I'll be the one to celebrate it

in shock, he turned on his heel, carrying her

of everyone's stares-curious, suggestive, some downright scandalized. Her cheeks burned with

me down. My face is bruised, not

looked down at her, a teasing glint