Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 433

Everyone stood frozen in shock as Isadora slapped Olivia-twice. For a moment, the room fell utterly silent, unable to process what had just happened.

After all, everyone knew Olivia was the darling of the Walsh family, their little princess. At every society event, she was the one in the spotlight, untouchable and always center stage.

And yet, here she was-being struck. And right in the middle of the Walsh family's own grand reception.

A murmur rippled through the crowd of heiresses. Some looked ready to rush to Olivia's side, but fear of the formidable Mr. Victor Fitzgerald-Isadora's backer- kept them rooted in place. They exchanged nervous glances, unwilling to make the first move.

Olivia's furious gaze locked onto Isadora, her eyes burning with such hatred it was as if she could tear her apart with a look. If looks could kill, Isadora would already be dead.

She shouted, "Leda, Sally, what are you waiting for?!"

At her command, Sally and Leda exchanged a glance and moved to grab Isadora, one on each side, planning to restrain her.

But Wendy quickly stepped between them and Isadora, blocking their way. "Don't try anything," she warned.

Just then, a commanding voice boomed across the hall. "What on earth is going on here? How dare you make such a scene!"

The crowd parted as Meade, the Walsh family patriarch, made his way over, leaning heavily on a cane, supported by a servant.

The moment Olivia saw him, she dashed forward, bursting into tears. "Grandpa, that woman hit me! She actually dared to hit me!"

Meade looked at Olivia's swollen, red cheek and his eyes filled with pain. Olivia was his eldest son's only child, and after his son passed away when she was still young, he'd doted on her all the more.

his cane sharply on the floor. "What

watching her get put in her place. After all, the title of "Mrs. Fitzgerald"-wife of the richest man in the capital-was enough to provoke envy. Isadora didn't come from a particularly distinguished

stood her ground, calm and composed despite the hostile stares. "I was the one

knit together. "You?

Olivia made up lies, calling me-Mrs. Fitzgerald—a homewrecker and insulted the Fitzgerald family's eldest grandson. I figured she's still young and couldn't have gotten such ideas from her elders, so I took the liberty of teaching her a lesson

darkened. If he defended Olivia now, it would sound as if the Walsh family had encouraged a child to insult Mrs. Fitzgerald and disrespect the Fitzgerald family. That would reflect

to Olivia, his voice stern. "Olivia, how could

her lip, tears brimming. "Grandpa! Why are you taking her

"Enough! This is all a misunderstanding. Joking like that was wrong, but Isadora, you shouldn't have hit her

Olivia's deliberate malice as a childish joke, and Isadora's defense as violence. If word got out, it would be

Andrina, hurried over, her heart aching at the sight of her daughter's swollen face. She was furious that Meade had

a child—she didn't mean any harm, it was only a silly joke. A few words of scolding would have sufficed. I've never even raised my voice at her since she was little, and now look

shot Isadora a

before quickly rearranging her

the Fitzgerald family, and already you're behaving so recklessly. Even if you had, as Mrs.

your behavior is no better than a common street

tone measured and polite on the surface,

unmistakable. She was

unworthy of the Fitzgerald

of commiseration swept

up, "She's right-hitting someone like