Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 513

“You’re not drinking? What, you think you’re too good for your uncle now?”

Victor’s face darkened, the veins on the back of his hand standing out sharply, but his tone was deceptively calm. “So what is it? Are you thinking about messing with the Fitzgerald bloodline now?”

Farrar met Victor’s cold, unreadable gaze, and a cruel glint flickered in his eyes. The tension in the private room shot up, the air thick with hostility—like the calm before a storm.

Isadora broke the silence with a polite smile, refusing graciously. “Uncle, I’m pregnant. I really can’t drink tonight, it’s not that I mean any disrespect. Please, forgive me.”

At her words, Farrar’s expression finally softened. He slapped his forehead, as if only just remembering. “Oh, I’m getting old and forgetful. Didn’t realize you’re expecting. Don’t mind me, all right?”

Victor shot Isadora a look, his voice low and commanding. “Let’s go.”

Isadora glanced at him, then took Nanette’s hand and quickly led her out of the room.

Once outside, Nanette’s nerves finally betrayed her. “That didn’t feel like a family dinner,” she muttered. “It was more like a mafia negotiation. Did you see how many bodyguards were in there?”

She turned to Isadora, her voice still shaky. “Who was that guy? The way he looked at people—so cold and vicious. When you refused the drink, I thought he might actually attack.”

“That was Victor’s uncle,” Isadora said evenly.

“Uncle? He seems downright unhinged.”

Isadora opened her mouth to reply, but just then, Kemp hurried toward them, bowing respectfully. “Ma’am, Mr. Fitzgerald asked me to escort you home.”

Nanette, still bristling, snapped, “I can take Isadora home myself. I don’t need Victor’s fake concern.”

Isadora looked thoughtfully at Kemp. “Is Victor busy with something important tonight?”

Kemp hesitated, then answered honestly. “Mr. Fitzgerald can’t leave tonight, ma’am. He asks you to trust him—he would never betray you.”

Isadora nodded. “Alright. I won’t make things harder for him.”

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That night, Nanette stayed over at Laurel Heights.