Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 496

At those words, Isadora stopped struggling.

It was as if she'd only now truly absorbed the news-*Pudding is dead*.

But before she could react further, darkness overtook her, and she fainted.

***

Isadora woke slowly in her hospital bed.

Through the haze, she heard men talking outside her door.

Kemp's voice was respectful as he reported to Victor, "Mr. Fitzgerald, we've confirmed it-Rowena took one of Mrs. Fitzgerald's sweaters, laced it with poison, and used it to lure Pudding outside. When Pudding picked up the sweater and carried it back, that's when he was poisoned."

Victor's voice was icy, colder than she'd ever heard it. "Do whatever it takes. Find her."

Isadora sat up in bed, a chill settling deep in her bones.

Victor turned at the sound and saw her awake.

Kemp quietly slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Victor's gaze lingered on her pale face. He reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her temple, his voice rough and low. "Isadora, you're pregnant. You can't get agitated right now."

Isadora managed a bitter smile.

“So Pudding died because of me. Rowena was after me all along. Pudding only died because he loved me."

Victor's hands rested on her shoulders, his eyes dark and intense. His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to speak. "Isadora, it wasn't your fault. It was mine. I failed to protect Pudding."

Tears welled in Isadora's eyes.

Victor hated seeing her like this. He tried to comfort her, "You need to rest for the baby. Please don't overthink it. I'll take care of everything."

shoved

glared at him, her voice trembling with anger. "Rest? How can you tell

out a shaky laugh, her words like icy blades. "Of course.

like a knife to the

the blood in his body had turned to ice; pain flickered in his dark eyes, impossible

it, and a pang of guilt

meant

had nowhere else to put

was terrified she'd say something even colder if she kept

the

want to

in the hallway, Finley listened to every word and felt his anger

the doorknob, but Nanette

an annoyed glare.

his way. "Where do you think you're going, charging in like

"Can you believe Isadora?

raised that dog for years. If anyone's

velbet

yet he's holding it together for Isadora's

are unbelievable. Always thinking of yourselves. I'm going in there to

her arms.

doesn't mean

is between

your place

Nanette grabbed his arm

voice, "if you try anything

***

planned to

was almost an insult to

to hurt

bodyguards, and no one else left to manipulate, she had