Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Sigh.

Finley glanced at Victor, fully aware that he was hopelessly in love with Isadora.

Here was the president of the Fitzgerald Group—a man of immense power and arrogant pride, who could have any woman he wanted-yet he'd fallen, hard, for just one.

Inside the car, Finley could only manage a quick patch-up of Victor's wounds; anything more complicated would have to wait.

Once he finished, Finley packed up his medical kit and stepped out, turning to Kemp, who waited nearby.

"If Mr. Fitzgerald's wounds get any worse," Finley instructed, "drag him to the hospital if you have to, understood?"

Kemp glanced back at the regal-looking man in the car, eyes closed, and hesitated. "I... I don't dare..."

Finley frowned, annoyance clear in his voice. "What, are you waiting until your boss loses his arm before you do something?"

***

Vaughan Manor.

Isadora parked the car, quickly gave the security guard some instructions at the gate, then headed into the house.

Eleanor, who'd been sitting on the sofa, sprang to her feet the moment she heard footsteps at the door.

Seeing her daughter, her eyes immediately reddened. "Isadora, you're home."

"Laura, set the table and bring out dinner," she called to the housekeeper.

"Yes, ma'am," Laura replied, and soon began carrying dish after dish out from the kitchen.

Eleanor studied Isadora's face carefully, immediately noticing how pale she looked.

Ever since she'd gotten home that afternoon, Eleanor had been watching the news coverage of the press conference-angry and worried in equal measure.

If only that whole incident hadn't happened, everything would have been resolved perfectly today. There wouldn't be all these ridiculous rumors about Terrell and Isadora.

But after cooling down, Eleanor considered things more calmly. With the Fitzgerald family's tangled mess, and Victor unable to protect her, maybe it was better for Isadora to be with someone like Terrell. Still, she knew the best thing she could do for her daughter now was simply not to interfere.

She let out a weary sigh. "Isadora, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I dragged you into this."

Isadora pushed her own worries aside, not wanting her mother to blame herself. "Mom, this isn't on you. Even if it wasn't you, they would've found some other way to come after me."

Eleanor's expression darkened, a

mix of anger and helplessness. "That old witch from the Fitzgerald family love nothing more than to give her a good kick and put her in her grave sooner! But there's nothing we can do. To her, our family is nothing. If she wants to fain us, it's as easy as snapping her fingers."

Isadora looked at her mother, voicing the plan she'd been turning over in her mind. "Mom, you finalized the house in Europe last week, right? You should go over first in the ext couple of days. As soon as I've wrapped things up here, I'll join you."

Eleanor was startled by this. Isadora had seemed uncertain before; she'd thought

her daughter might still be wavering about leaving for Argentia.

"So you've really decided to leave Capitolion? Are you sure about this?"

Isadora nodded, her face calm and resolute.

Eleanor opened her mouth to say something more, but just then, the maid entered the room with a report.

"Miss, there's a Rolls-Royce parked outside the gate. It's been waiting for about an hour."

"A Rolls-Royce? Who is it?"

Eleanor's eyes widened as a thought struck her. "It couldn't be Victor, could it?" She shot up from her seat. "Where was he when his family's old hag was tormenting you? Not a word at the press conference, and now he turns up here?"noveldrama

Isadora reached over and gently took her mother's hand, stopping her from storming out.

"Mom."

Eleanor turned back, puzzled.

A cold glint flashed in Isadora's eyes. "The only thing Deanna cares about is the Fitzgerald family's glory and Victor's reputation. So, I'm going to make sure she loses everything."

Eleanor stared at her. "Isadora, you mean...?"

Isadora stood, her expression steely. "That's why you have to go to Europe first. I

want to see that woman's downfall with my own eyes before I leave."

***

Sitting in the passenger seat, Kemp hesitated for a moment as he glanced at the

man in the back.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, should I call Miss Vaughan for you?"