NovelFinishChapter 390 Isadora looked up, her dark eyes drawn irresistibly to Victor.
Under the soft lights, his profile was sharp, almost severe, his lashes casting shadows as he glanced down, his expression unreadable.
For a moment, she thought he might relent.
But Victor's voice, calm and unreadable, cut through the tension.
"If you want to make a scene, I won't stop you. But if Isadora is moving in, that's my decision. End of discussion." Without waiting for a reply, Victor took Isadora's hand and led her forward.
Deanna's face drained of all color; she seemed to age a decade in an instant, a single tear slipping from the corner of her eye.
Isadora followed Victor up the sweeping marble staircase, her gaze fixed on the tall man in the black jacket leading her onward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe glanced back one last tat the chaos in the living room.
Pattie lay unconscious on the floor, blood from her forehead seeping into the rug. Deanna slumped on the sofa, barely conscious, her eyes dull and lifeless.
The household staff and family doctor stood frozen in place, too shocked to move. Earlier, at the entrance to the Fitzgerald estate, Isadora had only meant to half- jokingly complain to Victor, to vent her frustrations. She knew his temper-knew he might be upset by what she said-but she never expected him to go this far. Victor led her up to the third floor.
They walked down a long corridor, the walls lined with elegant, old-world paintings that spoke of the house's deep history.
At the very end, Victor stopped and opened a door.
The room was spacious, decorated in understated shades of deep blue.
Immediately inside, shelves of meticulously arranged model cars and shining trophies caught her eye.
Farther in, the sitting area, study, and bathroom flowed seamlessly together in a graceful circle.
Victor glanced back and saw Isadora standing with her head down, lost in thought.
Thinking she was frightened, he slipped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her gently against his chest. "What's wrong?" Isadora looked up at him, her clear eyes searching his face.
"Nothing. It's just-this is my first tin Fitzgerald Mansion. It doesn't feel real." Victor brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, eyes dark and knowing.
He could tell she was lying, but he let it pass.
"Rest here for a while," he said softly. "I'll have someone bring you dinner later." "Where are you going?" Isadora asked, catching his hand instinctively.
He squeezed her fingers, his deep eyes glinting with a teasing smile.
"Can't bear to letgo?" She flushed and quickly let go. "I didn't say that." Victor raised an eyebrow, his voice low and indulgent.
"Be good. just need to take care of swork. This used to be my room when I was a kid-pot" not much has changed. Feel free to look around." He left, his footsteps heavy and measured.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs the door closed behind him, Victor leaned back against it, his brow furrowing in pain.
He pressed a hand to his left shoulder, where a sharp, tearing agony radiated.
The truth was, back at the gates of Fitzgerald Manor, the stitches in his shoulder had split open again.
Grinding his teeth, he straightened, forcing himself to cross into the next room.
He called for a servant and told them to bring the family doctor upstairs to redress his wound.
He didn't want Isadora to know.
Downstairs in the living room, Deanna glared at the immobilized doctor. A burning fury bubbled in her chest like and she lashed out at
arta eten lava she could bare,around her. Content be you waiting contenybe for? Are you "What are e you waiting for? Are you all useless? Does the Fitzgerald family pay you to stand aroup gawk?" too and "If anything happens to Pattie, you'll answer for it with your lives."
Snapped out of their stupor, the doctors hurried to Rattie's m Side, scrambling to help her.
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