Chapter 389

Deanna's pupils constricted sharply. She couldn't even get a full sentence out.

Isadora slipped her hand around Victor's arm, leaning so close it was as if she was clinging to him for dear life.

But deep in her eyes, cold and bright as winter stars, flashed a trace of hatred she could no longer hide.

Watching Deanna's panic and shock, Isadora's lips curled slowly into a faint, satisfied smile.

Victor glanced down, his eyes dark and unreadable as he watched Isadora's gesture. He slid his arm around her slender waist, pulling her halfway into his embrace.

"Isadora's expecting," he announced calmly. "Once my father's hundred-day memorial has passed next month, we'll be getting married."

The household staff, hearing this, lowered their heads so far they nearly buried their faces in their chests. No one dared even to breathe.

"What did you just say?!"

There was a heavy thud.

Deanna's whole body seemed to unravel, her strength gone. She collapsed shakily onto the nearest chair.

Do you even see me as your

his face hard, the corners of his mouth twisting with

things happen

threaten Isadora at the press

if a mountain was

out, "She can't breathe! Somebody, please get a doctor,

doctors rushed

Deanna, everyone tense

while before Deanna, half-reclined in her chair, finally managed to catch

Pattie dropped to

has nothing to do with Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was Rowena who

kept Isadora's mother and friend's under control so she couldn't

voice was cold, utterly devoid

legs giving out as she knelt and began to

sir, forgive me! Please don't

lips. "Since you admit

was smiling, but to everyone in the room, his words

face as white as

"Mrs. Fitzgerald... goodbye."

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