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

silent,

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

misunderstanding. We... it's our adopted daughter who's brought this trouble. But

scorn. He

one piece. God knows how

face tightened,

joking, Mr. Fitzgerald. Isadora is our own flesh and blood. We'd never do such a thing

gave a cold,

biological daughter sounds like a pretty raw

back a snicker. Even Richard, thick-skinned as

grace, Victor bent down and scooped Isadora up into

arms.

be the one to celebrate

them in shock, he turned on his heel, carrying her

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

put me down. My face is bruised, not

a teasing glint in