Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 264

Tears streamed down her face as Eleanor desperately tried to climb out of bed, wanting nothing more than to fall to her knees and beg Isadora's forgiveness.

But her grief soon turned manic-her trembling hands suddenly reaching for something sharp in the room, intent on ending her own life once again.

The family doctor, who had been waiting just outside, heard the commotion and rushed in. He quickly administered another sedative to calm her down.

Isadora simply instructed the staff to take good care of Eleanor.

She walked out of the bedroom slowly, pausing at the door. Glancing back at Eleanor's lifeless figure sprawled on the bed, Isadora's emotions twisted into a painful knot.

At that moment, Prescott returned from outside.

His gaze flicked darkly toward the bedroom, his lip curling in disgust. "What a wretched sight," he muttered.

"Out of respect for the fact that Eleanor raised me, I'm willing to turn a blind eye for now. But enough is enough-when she's done making a scene, take your mother and leave. If she wants to die, let her do it somewhere else. Don't let her die here."

Isadora's eyes narrowed, cold as ice, drilling into Prescott.

He just sneered.

"What are you looking at? I've told you before—someone like you could never be my real sister. I'm the rightful heir to the Vaughan family."

Vaughan estate doesn't welcome the likes of you and

Prescott turned and headed for

her sides. Then, without warning, she grabbed a

how she managed to get back to Summit Crest Estates.

collapsed with a heavy thud, landing right on top of

by the crash, rushed out to tend to him, then

a hateful glare and spat out, “Isadora, you vicious

shiver through Isadora. She could still smell Prescott's blood on

the faucet and scrubbed her hands over and over, washing until her fingers were numb and stiff. Only

knew she'd

she didn't regret

ever

and shaken

up her phone and dialed

cold, mechanical ring made the seconds

Finally, someone answered.

I'm Mr.

"Is Victor

still deep in a meeting. "Mr. Fitzgerald