Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 463

At that moment, Hulda, the chair of the charity gala, caught sight of Isadora and Nanette as she chatted with guests. Her eyes lit up; she immediately strode over to greet them.

The other socialites and wives, noticing Hulda's approach, hurried to follow her lead.

Andrina and Olivia, standing off to the side, stiffened as soon as they spotted Isadora among the arriving guests. Olivia's frown deepened, her brows knitting together so tightly it seemed they might never smooth out.

Andrina's first instinct was to pretend she hadn't seen Isadora-act as though they were complete strangers.

But when the entire circle drifted toward Isadora, she was left with little choice. As vice president of the charity association, it would be both rude and conspicuous if she didn't follow.

Reluctantly, she beckoned Olivia to join her and moved toward the growing cluster.

Hulda extended a hand, her voice warm and resonant. "Mrs. Fitzgerald, your presence truly graces our charity gala tonight."

Isadora shook her hand, returning the greeting with a graceful smile. "It's an honor to attend such a meaningful event, supporting people with disabilities. Of course I had to be here."

Hulda, noting Isadora's approachable manner, turned to the assembled society ladies and beamed. "I'm not sure if everyone knows this, but before the gala even began, Mrs. Fitzgerald had already donated twenty million dollars to our cause. Truly a heart of gold."

replied lightly, "It's just a

in their eyes as

unhurriedly toward Andrina and Olivia, who stood among the ladies looking utterly thunderstruck.

"It seems Mrs. Walsh and her daughter aren't exactly pleased

look positively radiant tonight, Mrs. Fitzgerald. It's wonderful to

I was nearly frozen to death in your

without hesitation, and Andrina's face twitched, caught off guard by Isadora's

collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The ladies

she switched to a

responsible have already been\

Mrs. Fitzgerald, you'll be the

bygones. After all, the deceased

dripped with elegance-subtly reminding everyone that the Walsh family's nanny was already dead. Now that Isadora was healthy and standing before them,

the sidelines, Nanette scoffed loudly. "That's not a comparison I care for. Your staff's miserable fate can't be mentioned in the same breath as

couldn't take it anymore. Unlike her mother, she didn't have the patience for such pretense. She was just about to retort when Andrina