Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 402

Virgil and Kathie watched in growing panic, their voices rising in unison. "Get a doctor! Hurry, get the doctor!"

Several of the family physicians, alerted by the commotion, rushed in at once.

They administered a sedative to Deanna.

Only then did she calm down a little, though her speech was gone; all that remained was a single clouded eye, fixed unblinking on the space ahead.

Virgil and Kathie were so furious they felt their blood pressure spike, as if they might burst a blood vessel at any moment.

Virgil took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He turned to Victor, his voice thick with emotion. "Victor, she's your grandmother. She never left your side when you were sick—she took care of you every minute. If you really listen to this woman and lock up your own grandmother, do you have any sense of decency left?"

Kathie jumped in, her words tumbling out in support. "That's right, Victor! Aunt Deanna has always been the heart of this family. Everyone respects her-how could she ever bear such humiliation? If Uncle were still here, he'd never let her be treated like this!"

Isadora watched the pair with cold indifference, her gaze lofty and unbothered.

Let them feel what it's like to face humiliation and helplessness for the rest of their lives.

She turned, preparing to say something more to Victor.

Victor's voice cut through the room, icy

said. No one is to let Deanna leave her room without my express

faces. They collapsed into their chairs, blood running cold

heads even lower, not daring to

moment, everyone

truly changed hands. There

was escorted to a back room in the house, the door shut firmly behind

"escorted" out of the Fitzgerald estate by the

the stretched Rolls

seat,

drawn-almost monstrous in their

clenched her fists and pounded the center console again and again,

lieve

That woman is something else-she's completely ensnared Victor, and now she's managed to imprison Aunt Deanna! Are wereally supposed to just stand by while

to Virgil, desperate for reassurance. "Say something, Virgil! If the Fitzgerald estate ends up in that woman's hands, I can't accept it. I'd rather see

You know what Victor is like.

it was true. Victor might look carefree and easygoing on the surface, but they both

wilted, her anger