NovelFinishChapter 391 He reached out and felt under her nose-a faint breath still lingered.
The doctors exchanged uncertain glances, caught between a rock and a hard place. Working for the Fitzgerald family was a constant tightrope walk. If Mr. Fitzgerald found out they'd saved her, who knew if they'd be the next ones driven to despair? But with Deanna's fierce gaze burning into their backs, they had no choice but to try and save her first.
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
After Victor left, Isadora began to take in her surroundings. Her gaze finally settled on a long row of meticulously arranged model cars. Each one was crafted in precise detail, seven complete with tiny license plates.
She couldn't help but smile. To this day, she'd lost count of how many cars Victor actually owned. At the very least, since she'd met him, no one she knew swapped out cars as brazenly or as often as he did.
Her eyes wandered next to a wall lined with framed awards. Curious, she stepped closer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBoxing, racing, swimming, mountain climbing-even a certificate for trekking through the Amazon wilderness. Each one was a testament to Victor's relentless pursuit of challenges.
Next to the awards, several black picture frames were propped up. Every single one featured Pudding, Victor's beloved dog. Sphotos showed Pudding bounding across green lawns, others captured the pup curled up, fast asleep and utterly adorable.
Isadora picked up one of the frames. In the photo, a little boy stood beside Pudding.
She gently traced her finger over the boy's face-clearly a young Victor. Even as a child, his features were sharply defined; his deep-set eyes still carried a hint of innocence, making him look like a handslittle prince.
But in those eyes, even through a photograph, she could sense that air of arrogance and aloofness he'd never quite shaken.
Isadora stared at the picture, her fingertip brushing lightly over his cheek. He'd been so proud and distant, even as a kid.
The more she looked, the more a strange sense of familiarity washed over her. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember where she'd seen that look before.
Lost in thought, she was startled when her phone rang.
She set the photo back in its place and answered the call.
It was Eleanor.
Ever since Isadora had returned to the Fitzgerald estate with Victor, Eleanor had been anxious, worried she might be hurt again.
"Isadora, are you alright?" "I'm fine," Isadora replied, her voice calm and steady.
She gave Eleanor a brief rundown of the night's events. On the other end, Eleanor was silent for a moment.
"My flight's tomorrow morning-I'll be heading out first. Please take care of yourself. And about those rumors with Terrell... if you don't have feelings for him, you should clear things up. The gossip's gotten out of hand." "I know," Isadora said quietly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe'd only learned about the rumors after the fact. She knew Terrell had a hand in stirring things up, but he'd helped her a lot over the years. She couldn't really fault him for it.
Eleanor sighed gently through the phone. "Isadora, I just want you to be happy."
Isadora's eyes drifted down to her stomach Lately, she'd felt little kicks-her, baby moving within her.
The sensation was strange and wonderful all at once, filling her with a quiet joy. "I think once the baby is born, I will be happy. Because I'll have someone new to love," she murmured.
They chatted for a while, until a knock sounded at the bedroom door.
Isadora hung up and went to answer it. Two uniformed staff members wheeled in a cart laden with a generous spread of food.
"Miss, the young master asked us to bring up your dinner. We'll just set everything on the table," one of them said politely. With brisk efficiency, the maids arranged the dishes on the table-a wholesome, nourishing meal.
As they finished and prepared to leave, Isadora stopped them. "Where's Victor?"
After the chaos that had just rocked m the Fitzgerald mansion, the staffe were well aware this woman was the young master's girlfriend. Fo them, Isadora was already the lady of the house. Without hesitation, one of them answered, "He's in a room on the second floor."
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