Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 434

Victor frowned and walked over to stand in front of Isadora. He gave her a thorough once-over, making sure she wasn't hurt.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

Isadora shook her head.

But Andrina's expression soured. "The problem is with my Olivia. Mrs. Fitzgerald actually slapped my daughter across the face."

Victor's eyebrows arched at that. His dark eyes flicked to Isadora, searching. "Oh? How many times did you hit her?"

Isadora wasn't sure why he was asking, but she answered honestly. "Twice."

Victor reached out and gently ruffled her hair. His gaze was deep, and his voice was warm, almost teasing. "Impressive. Two slaps? Did your hand hurt afterward?"

Everyone around them fell silent, stunned by his reaction.

Olivia bit her lower lip so hard she drew blood. Her cheeks were burning with shame and fury.

Andrina's anger only grew hotter. "Mr. Fitzgerald, that's hardly appropriate! My Olivia is the one who got hurt here!"

Victor turned, his gaze cold as ice, sweeping over the crowd. "Isadora wouldn't hit anyone without a reason. If she raised her hand, it only means your daughter said something she shouldn't have."

People glanced at each other, but no one dared to speak up.

Meade, realizing things were about to spiral out of control, tried to intervene. "Kids don't always think before they speak. It was just a silly little joke. And Andrina was only looking out for her daughter. Victor, let's not make a scene."

his lips curving into a frosty, mocking smile. "Oh, I'd love to hear just

called Mrs. Fitzgerald a... homewrecker. And she cursed your unborn

face darkened completely. He shot Olivia a look so cold she shrank back in terror, then sneered, "Honestly, two

glare. She instinctively backed

face turned thunderous. "You brought this on yourself!

sure

haven't raised her well. Til be teach her a lesson when we get home.

icy. "Fine. For your birthday's sake, I'll let it go with

to Olivia, chin lifted coldly. "You. Come here

fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, but she barely felt the pain. She

front of

ve

city's

less. If she did,

would be

patience wearing thin, Meade banged his cane

"Olivia, apologize. Now!"

was set in stubborn resistance.

mother.

Olivia, torn. "Dad, maybe we should just

Victor hadn't stepped in, maybe they could have swept this under the rug. But now, with everyone watching, he had to make things right for both the Walsh and

out. "If you refuse,

had to swallow her pride and apologize.