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'

fell silent,

was shielding Isadora tonight, his eyes narrowing with a trace of

has all been a misunderstanding. We... it's our adopted daughter who's brought this trouble.

eyes glinted with scorn. He

get through her birthday in one piece. God knows how much more

tightened,

our own flesh and blood.

gave a cold, mirthless

daughter sounds like a pretty

couldn't hold back a snicker. Even Richard, thick-skinned as he was, turned crimson under

effortless grace, Victor bent down and scooped Isadora up into

arms.

woman's birthday I'll be

in shock, he turned on his heel, carrying her straight toward the front door as if he

felt the weight of everyone's stares-curious, suggestive, some downright scandalized. Her

put me down. My face is bruised, not my legs,"

her, a teasing glint in his