Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Another hospital room.

While Victor was bringing Isadora in, Kemp had the bodyguards escort Wendy, who'd been left behind, to the hospital as well.

Wendy wasn't pregnant, so her condition was much better than Isadora's. After the doctor's treatment, her temperature was back to normal, but her legs were still stiff and she moved slowly.

Anxious and restless, she climbed down from the hospital bed, desperate to see Isadora.

She shuffled to the door of the VIP room, where two burly, black-suited bodyguards stood watch. There was no way past them. All Wendy could do was stand helplessly outside, peering in.

Through the glass, she saw the distinguished heir sitting motionless at Isadora's bedside. Victor looked almost like a marble statue, unmoving, his eyes locked on the woman lying in the bed.

Earlier, Wendy had already asked the doctors about Isadora's condition. The news had been grim, and dread settled heavy in her chest.

Now, seeing Isadora in person-pale as a ghost and lying so still-made Wendy's heart ache so fiercely she could barely breathe. Tears slipped uncontrollably down her face.

She sobbed, her voice thick with guilt and regret. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault. If it weren't for me, none of this would have happened to you, Isadora."

"I'm so, so sorry. Please, Isadora, you have to wake up."

Her anguished cries echoed from the doorway.

Victor's expression didn't flicker. His dark eyes never strayed from Isadora's face; in that moment, she was his entire world.

"Please—can I see her? Just for a second," Wendy pleaded, trying to inch closer to the bed. But as soon as she moved, the bodyguards blocked her way.

Victor's voice cut through the air like a winter storm. "Get out."

His tone was glacial, instantly chilling the atmosphere in the room.

If Isadora weren't lying here-if Victor didn't know she would be upset-he might not have been able to restrain himself.

The anger rolling off him was so intense that Wendy couldn't help but tremble.

She knew Victor blamed her. She blamed herself, too. This wasn't the first time she'd put Isadora in danger.

Overcome with guilt, Wendy dropped to her knees, sobbing harder. "If anything happens to Isadora... don't to

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Victor's eyes were as cold as midnight, his voice flat and merciless. "And what good would that do? Even if you died a hundred times, it wouldn't make up for her lying here like this."

His Isadora wouldn't come back just because someone else suffered.

The bodyguards, understanding Victor's wishes, quickly pulled Wendy to her feet and led her away.

Silence returned to the VIP room, broken only by the harsh, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.

Victor sat quietly at Isadora's bedside, his gaze never leaving her. Her lips were dry and colorless, like a wilted rose.

Victor's chest tightened painfully.

He gently laid her slender hand on the bed, then stood, intending to fetch a towel to wipe her face.

But the moment he rose, he felt a faint tug on his hand-soft and weak, but enough to halt him instantly.

A shock ran through Victor as he whipped around, heart pounding.

He stared at Isadora, eyes wide. She was slowly opening her eyes, still pale, but

a spark of life flickered in their depths.

She tried to smile, but she was so weak that only the barest trace of a smile appeared on her lips.

"You... are so noisy," she whispered.

Victor immediately pressed the call button for the nurse.noveldrama

Leaning over her, his eyes shining, with relief and fear that she might vanish, he gently smoothed he hair. His deep voice trembled. "You're awake."