Chapter 315

Victor's dark eyes narrowed, his lips curling with a hint of disdain. "So you're telling me to just pretend nothing happened? Do you really think that's possible?"

Isadora turned away, refusing to meet his sharp, piercing gaze. Instead, she fixed her eyes on a patch of windswept reeds outside and asked quietly, "And what, you think you could ever marry me?”

Victor's brow furrowed. For a moment, he said nothing.

Isadora let out a soft, bitter laugh. She'd expected as much.

What was the point in seeking out humiliation?

Trying to sound casual, she went on, "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not planning

to use this baby to force your hand. The minute I walked off that operating table, I knew exactly what I wanted. I'll raise this child on my own."

At that, Victor let out a short, derisive laugh.

"So you're just cutting the dad out of the picture?"

"Isadora, you really are something, aren't you?"

pressed her lips together. "Victor, I only kept my pregnancy a

didn't want things to get messy. But now that you know, I'm

can't you let

just stared at her, stone-faced and silent, so she tried again. "With your family name, if you

in the driver's seat and tossed his pack of cigarettes aside. His gaze flicked to her midsection, his tone sharp. "Why ask me? You should

Isadora fell silent.

couldn't

get married someday, you have my word-I'll never bring the child around you, never bother

baby alone, the more it sounded like she was trying to cut him out of her

dead? Like he never existed, just

being so considerate of your ex. Hell, why not

was he so impossible to reason

Fitzgerald family would ever accept someone like me?

Fitzgerald before, and she knew the woman wasn't the type to back down easily. Now that she

her, those black eyes lingering on her face. After a long moment, brows

no point forcing this. The baby was my accident, not ours. I don't want it to be

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merging seamlessly with

the car, a heavy

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