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

shoulder is bandaged, and I saw blood and wounds

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 seeing

Isadora's tears fell even harder, rolling down her cheeks like pearls. She sobbed,

moments ago,

used him to get back at

still being so kind

She didn't deserve it.

when her tears finally slowed, Isadora eased out of

what she'd overheard the doctor

an IV. I'll

dashed out

minutes later, Dr. Brown

Isadora sniffled, gathering herself.

infected. Doctor, whatever you need to do

for approval rather than moving

like dewdrops. "Well? Are you going to listen to the doctor

can I say? My wife's the boss. I'll do whatever

looked stunned. To everyone here, Mr. Fitzgerald was always so distant, proud, and untouchable.

needle in his hand

eyes, dark and fathomless, met Isadora's. He

the bedside, saying nothing, her gaze

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