Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 326

After a while, Isadora lowered her gaze. “I’ll think about it.”

She understood that Eleanor had already done everything she could to plan the best future for her.

Eleanor looked at Isadora, her tone gentle yet earnest.

“And one more thing, Isadora—since you’ve decided to cut ties with the Fitzgeralds, try to keep your distance from Victor from now on.”

Isadora’s eyes lingered on Eleanor’s face for a moment before she nodded slowly.

After dinner, Isadora washed up, slipped into bed, and planned to read a bit before going to sleep.

A guidebook for expectant mothers sat on her nightstand.

Suddenly, her phone chimed.

“Good night.”

Ever since Victor found out she was pregnant, he’d sent her a good night message every single day.

Isadora had never replied.

Tonight, as she stared at his message, she felt strangely blank.

Eleanor’s words from earlier echoed in her mind.

She tapped Victor’s profile picture, her finger hovering over the “Block Contact” button.

She hesitated, staring for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, she was about to confirm when her phone rang.

Without thinking, Isadora answered.

Nanette’s cheerful voice came through. “Isadora, I have a friend whose family runs a little country farm. I just bought a bunch of fresh organic veggies and free-range chicken from her. I’m sending some over to you!”

Isadora laughed. “Are you trying to make me even bigger?”

“You need to be! You can’t let my godchild go hungry, now can you?”

Suddenly, Isadora remembered something. “Your birthday’s coming up in a couple of days. Why didn’t you mention it?”

Usually, Nanette threw huge, lively birthday parties every year.

Isadora always showed up—neither of them ever missed the important moments in each other’s lives.

But this year was different. Those parties were always crowded and noisy, and Isadora, now pregnant, wasn’t exactly up for it.

Nanette had clearly thought of that. “Actually, I was planning to sneak away at midnight so I could come back and blow out candles with you.”

Isadora didn’t want to dampen her friend’s spirits. It wouldn’t be right for the birthday girl to leave her own party halfway through. She forced a laugh. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid, Nanette. I’m not that fragile. I’ll come celebrate with you for a while—but I probably can’t stay until dawn this year.”

“That gorgeous actress? Which room is she in?”

Isadora was puzzled. How did he know Nanette?

Noticing her surprise, Finley grinned. “I saw her at the hospital last time. She seemed interesting.”

Typical rich boys, always eager to flirt with a pretty girl.

Isadora didn’t bother replying.

Suddenly, something clicked. “Wait—how did you know I was pregnant?”

Finley shrugged. “I own the clinic where you went for your check-up.”

The realization dawned on Isadora. Finley must have tipped Victor off.

Her expression grew colder.

Finley held up his hands. “Look, I just think the father deserves to know, that’s all.”

Isadora’s voice was flat. “Of course you’d take his side. You’re his friend.”

“I’m not taking sides. Just think about it, Isadora—how does Victor really feel about you?”

As she hesitated, Finley added casually, “Oh, and didn’t you ask me last time about that photo in Victor’s office? Did you ever go and see who it was?”