Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 497

Inside the VIP hospital room,

Nanette held Isadora's hand tightly.

"I know you're heartbroken after losing Pudding. But you need to take care of yourself—and the baby. You just had a scare, and we were all worried sick about

you."

Isadora lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "If it weren't for me, Pudding would still be alive. The poisoning... I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I do, it just hurts so much."

Nanette squeezed her hand even harder. "Listen to me, Isadora. This is Rowena's fault, not yours!"

Nanette's jaw was clenched with fury. "That woman will stop at nothing to get what she wants. If I ever see her again, I swear I'll—” She cut herself off, fists trembling.

"Sometimes I wonder," Isadora murmured, "if I hadn't pulled my investment from Rowena's firm, maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe Pudding would still be here."

"No," Nanette said firmly. "Someone like her, she's eaten up by jealousy. Even if it wasn't this, she'd have found another excuse to lash out. She'd always find a way to hurt someone."

"So don't punish yourself over someone who isn't worth it," Nanette insisted. "You have to look forward, Isadora."

At that moment, the door opened from the hallway.

stepped in, tall and composed, carrying two insulated metal containers. Nanette caught sight of him and quickly stood

she said, and slipped out before Isadora could

the small table beside the bed. One box was divided into four compartments, the

He opened them up.

the larger container-a pot of hot, nourishing fish soup. The four smaller sections held a variety of

white porcelain bowl, then sat beside Isadora. With long, steady fingers, he lifted a spoonful, blew on it gently,

earlier gone. "You haven't eaten all night. Have

Isadora felt a little calmer, she had no appetite. She turned

eyes softened. He coaxed her, "The doctor says you're

her head, her voice barely audible. "I

lowered, and a flash of pain

know I failed to protect Pudding.

out

do this to yourself."

spoon to her lips

breath, staring at

grief or just her body's exhaustion, a wave of nausea swept over her. Instinctively, she pushed Victor's hand-and

I don't

push was harder than she