Chapter 263

Isadora frowned, thinking she must have misheard.

"Suicide?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Laura, worried Isadora wouldn't believe her, spoke slowly and clearly. "Yes. Mr. Vaughan and Mrs. Vaughan have been fighting a lot lately. This morning, after another huge argument, Mrs. Vaughan went straight to her room and didn't say a word. She stayed in there for ages. When we were cleaning, we found her in the bathroom-she'd cut her wrists. Thank God we found her in time, or she would've bled out."

Only then did the weight of the situation hit Isadora.

Eleanor Vaughan was the kind of woman who'd never even lift a finger for chores, let alone tolerate pain. If she'd tried to take her own life, something truly devastating must have happened.

Isadora glanced up at the looming glass tower of The Fitzgerald Group just ahead, hesitated, then turned the steering wheel and changed direction.

Half an hour later, she pulled up in front of Vaughan Manor.

She got out of the car and hurried through the grand foyer, heading straight for Eleanor's bedroom.

she opened the door, she saw Eleanor lying motionless

utterly drained of color, lips a ghostly pale, her whole appearance

at her bedside,

Isadora stepped forward.

update. "Mrs. Vaughan tried to take her own life just now. We

you. Could

doctors nodded and

eyes were blank and hollow, empty as a deserted house.

of Isadora's voice seemed to stir something. Eleanor's eyelashes fluttered, and suddenly her eyes filled with tears. One fat

heart softened at

pulled up a stool and

in a wail.

to comfort her, reached out instinctively-then hesitated, her hand suspended awkwardly in the air. After all these years of Eleanor's coldness, Isadora

She picked them up and began to leaf through the pages, her expression growing steadily

"That's the divorce agreement Richard Vaughan gave me. The bastard

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