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.

insulated metal containers. Nanette caught sight of him and

you two alone," she said, and slipped out

approached, setting the containers on the small table beside the bed. One box was divided into four compartments, the other was

He opened them up.

fragrant steam rose from the larger container-a pot of hot, nourishing fish soup. The

beside Isadora. With long, steady fingers, he lifted a spoonful, blew on it gently, and held

expression was calm, the sadness from earlier gone. "You haven't eaten all night.

no appetite. She turned her head away.

softened. He coaxed her, "The doctor says you're a bit anemic.

her head, her voice

and a flash of pain crossed his

quietly, "I know I

it out on

do this to yourself."

spoon

took a shaky breath, staring at the

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

I don't want

push was harder than