Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Inside the VIP hospital room,

Nanette held Isadora's hand tightly.

"I know you're heartbroken after losing Pudding. But you need to take care of yourself—and the baby. You just had a scare, and we were all worried sick about

you."

Isadora lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "If it weren't for me, Pudding would still be alive. The poisoning... I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I do, it just hurts so much."

Nanette squeezed her hand even harder. "Listen to me, Isadora. This is Rowena's fault, not yours!"

Nanette's jaw was clenched with fury. "That woman will stop at nothing to get what she wants. If I ever see her again, I swear I'll—” She cut herself off, fists trembling.

"Sometimes I wonder," Isadora murmured, "if I hadn't pulled my investment from Rowena's firm, maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe Pudding would still be here."

"No," Nanette said firmly. "Someone like her, she's eaten up by jealousy. Even if it wasn't this, she'd have found another excuse to lash out. She'd always find a way to hurt someone."

"So don't punish yourself over someone who isn't worth it," Nanette insisted. "You have to look forward, Isadora."

At that moment, the door opened from the hallway.

Victor stepped in, tall and composed, carrying two insulated metal containers. Nanette caught sight of him and quickly stood up.

"I'll leave you two alone," she said, and slipped out before Isadora could protest.

Victor approached, setting the containers on the small table beside the bed. One box was divided into four compartments, the other was a single, deep dish.

He opened them up.

A fragrant steam rose from the larger container-a pot of hot, nourishing fish soup. The four smaller sections held a variety of light, delicately prepared dishes.

He ladled some soup into a white porcelain bowl, then sat beside Isadora. With long, steady fingers, he lifted a spoonful, blew on it gently, and held it to her lips.

His expression was calm, the sadness from earlier gone. "You haven't eaten all night. Have some soup, please."

Though Isadora felt a little calmer, she had no appetite. She turned her head away. "I don't want to eat."

Victor's eyes softened. He coaxed her, "The doctor says you're a bit anemic. You need to eat something."

She shook her head, her voice barely audible. "I really can't."

For a moment, Victor's lashes lowered, and a flash of pain crossed his face.

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He brought the spoon to her lips again.

Isadora took a shaky breath, staring at the soup.

Whether it was her grief or just her body's exhaustion, a wave of nausea swept over her. Instinctively, she pushed Victor's hand-and the spoon-away.

"I told you, I don't want it."

The push was harder than she realized.

There was a sharp crack as the porcelain bowl crashed to the floor, shattering

instantly. The soup spilled out, pooling across the tile.

Both of them froze, staring at the mess.

Victor recovered first. He calmly pressed the call button on the wall.

Within moments, a cleaning lady.

arrived with her supplies, swiftly

clearing away the shards and

mopping up the spilled soup. When she finished, she slipped out as

quietly as she'd come.

The room felt tighter than ever, as if the tension was filling it like air in a balloon, ready to burst.

Isadora's eyes flickered. After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice

trembling. "I... I didn't mean to."

Victor's gaze softened. "I know."