Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 447

Another hospital room.

While Victor was bringing Isadora in, Kemp had the bodyguards escort Wendy, who'd been left behind, to the hospital as well.

Wendy wasn't pregnant, so her condition was much better than Isadora's. After the doctor's treatment, her temperature was back to normal, but her legs were still stiff and she moved slowly.

Anxious and restless, she climbed down from the hospital bed, desperate to see Isadora.

She shuffled to the door of the VIP room, where two burly, black-suited bodyguards stood watch. There was no way past them. All Wendy could do was stand helplessly outside, peering in.

Through the glass, she saw the distinguished heir sitting motionless at Isadora's bedside. Victor looked almost like a marble statue, unmoving, his eyes locked on the woman lying in the bed.

Earlier, Wendy had already asked the doctors about Isadora's condition. The news had been grim, and dread settled heavy in her chest.

Now, seeing Isadora in person-pale as a ghost and lying so still-made Wendy's heart ache so fiercely she could barely breathe. Tears slipped uncontrollably down her face.

She sobbed, her voice thick with guilt and regret. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault. If it weren't for me, none of this would have happened to you, Isadora."

sorry. Please, Isadora,

anguished cries echoed from the

flicker. His dark eyes never strayed from Isadora's face; in that moment, she

inch closer to the bed. But as soon as she moved, the

air like a winter storm.

chilling the atmosphere in the

lying here-if Victor didn't know she would be upset-he might not have been able to

rolling off him was so intense

blamed her. She blamed herself, too. This

knees, sobbing harder. "If

pay for what I've

good would that do? Even if

wouldn't come back just because

wishes, quickly pulled Wendy

the VIP room, broken only by the harsh, rhythmic beeping of the

gaze never leaving her. Her lips were dry and

Victor's chest tightened painfully.