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.

help but ask, "Isadora, do you

belly, her gaze unwavering.

*

left early, came home late, and his returns to their Laurel Heights home became increasingly

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

each day, like a storm looming on the horizon. At night, the

stomach soothing, reassuring. Gradually, the baby would settle down. Isadora

*

Victor stood

expressionless. His

him, delivering

Fitzgerald, after the

minor shareholders and sold their shares

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problems with the Ironclad Project? Our investigation points to

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