Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 386

Sigh.

Finley glanced at Victor, fully aware that he was hopelessly in love with Isadora.

Here was the president of the Fitzgerald Group—a man of immense power and arrogant pride, who could have any woman he wanted-yet he'd fallen, hard, for just one.

Inside the car, Finley could only manage a quick patch-up of Victor's wounds; anything more complicated would have to wait.

Once he finished, Finley packed up his medical kit and stepped out, turning to Kemp, who waited nearby.

"If Mr. Fitzgerald's wounds get any worse," Finley instructed, "drag him to the hospital if you have to, understood?"

Kemp glanced back at the regal-looking man in the car, eyes closed, and hesitated. "I... I don't dare..."

Finley frowned, annoyance clear in his voice. "What, are you waiting until your boss loses his arm before you do something?"

***

Vaughan Manor.

Isadora parked the car, quickly gave the security guard some instructions at the gate, then headed into the house.

the sofa, sprang to her feet the moment

eyes immediately reddened. "Isadora,

table and bring out dinner," she called to

soon began carrying dish after dish out from

face carefully, immediately noticing how pale

home that afternoon, Eleanor had been watching the news coverage of the press

that whole incident hadn't happened, everything would have been resolved perfectly today. There wouldn't be all these ridiculous rumors

her, maybe it was better for Isadora to be with someone like Terrell. Still, she knew the best thing she could do for her daughter now was simply not to

weary sigh. "Isadora, I'm sorry. This is

pushed her own worries aside, not wanting her mother to blame herself. "Mom, this isn't on you. Even if it wasn't you, they would've found some

Eleanor's expression darkened, a

and helplessness. "That old witch from the Fitzgerald family love nothing more than to give her a good kick and put her in her grave sooner! But there's nothing we can do.

in her mind. "Mom, you finalized the house in Europe last week, right? You should

by this. Isadora had seemed uncertain before; she'd

be

you've really decided to leave Capitolion? Are you sure

face

mouth to say something more, but just then, the

gate.

Rolls-Royce? Who