NovelFinishChapter 393 "Stop crying." "You were just crying a minute ago, and now you're at it again. Keep it up and your eyes will swell shut-then I won't marry you anymore." "Victor!" Isadora bit her lip and snapped at him.
"You need to go to the hospital right now." Seeing how worried she was, Victor gave her a soft smile. The usually sharp lines of his face gentled as he looked at Isadora.
"There are plenty of doctors here at the Fitzgerald estate." Isadora reached out, her fingers hovering over his shirt, not daring to touch his injured shoulder.
"Does it hurt?" "Not at all." Tears shimmered in Isadora's wide, dark eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How can it not hurt? Your whole shoulder is bandaged, and I saw blood and wounds all over you." Victor, for all his bravado, felt a pang in his chest at her words. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing his chin gently to the top of her head. In a low, warm voice, he murmured, "The wounds don't hurt. But seeing you cry-that hurts." At that, Isadora's tears fell even harder, rolling down her cheeks like pearls. She sobbed, breath catching in her throat.
Just moments ago, she'd used him.
She'd used him to get back at Deanna.
Why was he still being so kind to her? She didn't deserve it.
After a while, when her tears finally slowed, Isadora eased out of Victor's embrace.
She remembered what she'd overheard the doctor saying at the door earlier.
"You need an IV. I'll go find the doctor." With that, she dashed out to get help.
A few minutes later, Dr. Brown reappeared in the room.
Isadora sniffled, gathering herself.
"I heard you say his wounds might get infected. Doctor, whatever you need to do -IV, shots, surgery-just do everything you have to for him." Dr. Brown glanced instinctively at Victor for approval rather than moving to act.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNoticing this, Isadora's frustration flared. Her hazel eyes fixed on Victor, glimmering like dewdrops. "Well? Are you going to listen to the doctor or not?" Victor shrugged with a helpless smile. "What can I say? My wife's the boss. I'll do whatever she says." Dr. Brown looked stunned. To everyone here, Mr. Fitzgerald was always so distant, proud, and untouchable. Who would have guessed he had this side to him? Soon after, Victor was lounging lazily on the bed, needle in his hand as a bag of clear fluid dripped into his vein. His eyes, dark and fathomless, met Isadora's. He crooked a finger at her. "Chere." She walked over and sat at the bedside, saying nothing, her gaze fixed on him with a trace of anger.
Just now, when Dr. Brown redressed his wounds, she'd finally seen how serious his injuries really were.
The gash was ugly, the skin raw and freshm oozing blood eventnife wound, bandages. Besides the knife his body was covered in bruises and scrapes. Isadora was furious.
Furious that this man could be so reckless with his own life.
So angry, she didn't even want to speak to him.
Victor saw the look on her face and, quite name, for reasons he couldched out his heart softened He and pinched her cheek gently coaxing her lips into a faint smile. "I'm being good now. Won't you smile for me?" Isadora wanted to swat his hand away, but thinking of his wounds she dared not move too roughly. She huffed, "I'm too angry to smile. Don't push your luck." 119
Victor's deep eyes glimmered like moonlight in the darkness, full of gentle warmth as he looked at her. His voice softened, almost pleading. "Please don't be mad anymore, okay? I know I was wrong She narrowed her eyes at him. "Then why don't you tellwhat really happened to you in Europe?"
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