Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 511

The housekeeper placed a delicate porcelain bowl of nourishing soup on the table, then seemed to remember something. “Mr. Victor called. He said something urgent came up at work, and he’ll be away on business for two days. He wanted you to rest early and not wait up for him.”

Nanette, who had just started to calm down, flared up instantly.

“What?”

“What does he mean, business trip? At a time like this, he suddenly has to leave?”

Isadora lowered her eyes and spoke gently to the housekeeper. “You may go.”

The housekeeper glanced uneasily at Nanette, who was practically fuming, then at Isadora, who looked utterly composed, before quietly backing out of the room.

Nanette felt like anger was burning a hole right through her chest, with nowhere to go. She was worried—if Isadora got upset now, it might hurt the baby. The frustration was almost worse than if her own boyfriend had cheated.

Her eyes reddened with indignation.

Isadora reached over, her voice steady. “It’s alright, Nanette. I know you care. Don’t worry—I’m not going to overthink things.”

Nanette looked at her. Years of friendship meant she could read every nuance in Isadora’s mood. Only now did she realize that Isadora’s calm wasn’t a mask—it was genuine, grounded peace.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Isadora, do you really trust him?”

Isadora placed a gentle hand on her belly, her gaze unwavering. “Yes. I trust him.”

*

In the days that followed, Victor’s work schedule grew even more demanding. He left early, came home late, and his returns to their Laurel Heights home became increasingly rare. With her pregnancy advancing, Isadora was exhausted most of the time, falling asleep early, sometimes not even knowing if Victor came home at all.

Victor’s expression didn’t change, as if he’d expected all this. “How’s the progress on exposing Farrar’s chemical plant in Europe?”

“We’ve submitted evidence of his illegal activities to the authorities. It should be just a matter of days before his European operations are wiped out.”

Kemp hesitated, then added, “I’m only concerned that once Farrar catches wind of this, he’ll have nothing left to lose. He could become dangerous—to you, sir. If that happens, he won’t hold back.”

Victor’s face remained unreadable, but his hand tightened around his phone, the knuckles whitening. His voice was cold and resolute. “Double the security detail around my wife.”

Kemp nodded, watching him closely.

In recent weeks, Farrar had swaggered into the city, brazenly buying up shares of the Fitzgerald Group. On the surface, he played the part of a gracious family member, but underneath, he orchestrated sabotage and betrayal, dragging the Fitzgerald Group into chaos and infighting.

Kemp had always admired Mr. Fitzgerald’s poise—calculating, decisive, always one step ahead. But when it came to Isadora, all that ice-cold rationality vanished. For her, he was willing to risk everything.