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, dark

Your whole shoulder is bandaged, and I saw blood and wounds

all his bravado, felt a 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

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

ago,

him to get back at

being so kind

She didn't deserve it.

when her tears finally slowed, Isadora eased out of

remembered what she'd overheard the doctor

need an IV. I'll go find the

that, she dashed out to

later, Dr. Brown reappeared in the

Isadora sniffled, gathering herself.

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

glanced instinctively at Victor for approval rather

eyes fixed on Victor, glimmering like dewdrops. "Well? Are you going to

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

To everyone here, Mr. Fitzgerald was always so distant, proud, and untouchable. Who would have guessed he had

the bed, needle in his hand as a bag of clear fluid

met Isadora's. He crooked a finger at

and sat at the bedside, saying nothing, her gaze fixed on

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