Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 511

The housekeeper placed a delicate porcelain bowl of nourishing soup on the

table, then seemed to remember something. "Mr. Victor called. He said something urgent came up at work, and he'll be away on business for two days. He wanted you to rest early and not wait up for him."

Nanette, who had just started to calm down, flared up instantly.

"What?"

"What does he mean, business trip? At a time like this, he suddenly has to leave?" Isadora lowered her eyes and spoke gently to the housekeeper. "You may go." The housekeeper glanced uneasily at Nanette, who was practically fuming, then at Isadora, who looked utterly composed, before quietly backing out of the room. Nanette felt like anger was burning a hole right through her chest, with nowhere to go. She was worried-if Isadora got upset now, it might hurt the baby. The frustration was almost worse than if her own boyfriend had cheated.

Her eyes reddened with indignation.

Isadora reached over, her voice steady. "It's alright, Nanette. I know you care. Don't worry-I'm not going to overthink things."

Nanette looked at her. Years of friendship meant she could read every nuance in Isadora's mood. Only now did she realize that Isadora's calm wasn't a mask-it was genuine, grounded peace.

but ask, "Isadora, do you really trust

gentle hand on her belly, her gaze unwavering. "Yes. I trust

*

Heights home became increasingly rare. With her pregnancy advancing, Isadora was exhausted most of the time, falling asleep early, sometimes not even knowing if Victor came home

only the next morning, after asking the housekeeper, that she learned he

settled in her heart, growing stronger with each day, like a storm looming on the horizon. At night, the baby in her belly seemed more restless than

feel a gentle, familiar hand stroking her stomach soothing, reassuring. Gradually, the baby would settle down. Isadora knew it was Victor's touch, Victor's presence. She longed to wake up and talk to him, but she was

*

the Fitzgerald Group's headquarters, Victor stood in front

and impeccably dressed, his face expressionless. His dark eyes were fixed on the city

him,

after

with some minor shareholders and sold their shares to Farrar

yet, but

scenes. The problems with the Ironclad Project? Our investigation points to his