Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 283

Faustina scowled, her voice sharp with anger. “Who the hell are you? How I deal with this woman is none of your business!”

Genevieve quickly tugged at her mother’s sleeve, trying to get her to keep quiet.

“Mom, that’s Mr. Fitzgerald you’re talking to.”

Victor’s gaze was icy, his presence commanding and intimidating without a word. “You think you can lay a hand on my woman without running it by me first?”

Faustina and Genevieve stared at him in disbelief.

Faustina blurted out, “What?!”

“Isadora is Mr. Fitzgerald’s girlfriend?”

Victor shot her a cold, dismissive look, the corner of his mouth curling up in a humorless smirk. “Who else’s would she be? Yours?”

Without waiting for a reply, Victor ignored Faustina and her daughter completely. He strode over to Isadora, his eyes meeting hers with a dark intensity as he offered her his hand.

Isadora looked at the strong, clean hand in front of her, her lashes fluttering.

After a moment’s hesitation, she placed her hand in his and rose to her feet.

Victor led her out of the room without another word.

Faustina watched them leave, biting her lip in frustration. “No wonder she wants to break up with my son—she’s got her hooks into the prince himself! I told your brother she was trouble, but did he listen? Of course not…”

Genevieve glanced around at the people passing through the hospital corridor, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She stomped her foot. “Mom, Magnus is still in surgery. Can you please just keep your voice down and stop it already?”

Faustina jabbed a finger hard into Genevieve’s forehead. “Stop it, stop it, that’s all you say! Your brother risked his life for that Isadora, and what does she do? Runs off with another man right in front of us!”

Meanwhile, Victor led Isadora to a private VIP room. He turned to the waiting female doctor and said, “Take a look at her.”

Isadora folded her arms protectively, shaking her head and speaking so quietly it was barely a whisper. “I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Do you want me to check for you?”

Victor watched from the side, spinning a cigarette absentmindedly between his fingers before tucking it back into the case.

His voice was cool and commanding. “Leave. I’ll take care of her.”

The doctor’s tension evaporated instantly. She set the ointment aside and slipped out, closing the door behind her.

Victor took the ointment from the table, focusing on her arm for a moment before dipping a cotton swab into the bottle. He gently applied it to her wounds, his touch unexpectedly tender.

From Isadora’s angle, the hospital lights cast a soft, golden glow over him. His lashes were lowered, hiding whatever emotions lay in his dark eyes, but his profile was as sharp and striking as ever.

When he finished, Victor tossed the cotton swab in the trash. His elegant features were unreadable, but his gaze lingered on her.

After a pause, his tone was quietly authoritative. “You’re going home. Now.”

Isadora pressed her lips together. “I want to wait until Magnus wakes up.”

“Isadora.” Victor’s voice was low and full of warning as he called her name.