Chapter 393

"Stop crying."

"You were just crying a minute ago, and now you're at it again. Keep it up and

your eyes will swell shut-then I won't marry you anymore."

"Victor!"

Isadora bit her lip and snapped at him.

"You need to go to the hospital right now."

Seeing how worried she was, Victor gave her a soft smile. The usually sharp lines

of his face gentled as he looked at Isadora.

"There are plenty of doctors here at the Fitzgerald estate."

Isadora reached out, her fingers hovering over his shirt, not daring to touch his injured shoulder.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all."

shimmered in Isadora's wide,

can it not hurt? Your whole shoulder is bandaged, and I saw

pang in his chest at her words. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing his chin gently to the top of her head. In a low, warm voice, he murmured, "The wounds don't hurt. But

harder, rolling down her cheeks like pearls. She sobbed, breath

ago, she'd

him to get

he still being so kind

She didn't deserve it.

her tears finally slowed,

what she'd overheard the doctor saying

an IV. I'll go find

dashed out to

few minutes later, Dr. Brown reappeared in the

Isadora sniffled, gathering herself.

heard you say his wounds might get infected. Doctor, whatever you need to do -IV,

instinctively at Victor for approval rather than moving

flared. Her hazel eyes fixed on Victor, glimmering like

a helpless smile. "What can I say? My wife's

here, Mr. Fitzgerald was always so distant, proud, and untouchable.

needle in his hand as a bag of clear

and fathomless, met Isadora's. He crooked a finger at her. "Come

nothing, her gaze fixed on him with a

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