NovelXXXChapter 283 Faustina scowled, her voice sharp with anger. "Who the hell are you? How I deal with this woman is none of your business!" Genevieve quickly tugged at her mother's sleeve, trying to get her to keep quiet.
"Mom, that's Mr. Fitzgerald you're talking to." Victor's gaze was icy, his presence commanding and intimidating without a word. "You think you can lay a hand on my woman without running it byfirst?" Faustina and Genevieve stared at him in disbelief.
Faustina blurted out, "What?!" "Isadora is Mr. Fitzgerald's girlfriend?" Victor shot her a cold, dismissive look, the corner of his mouth curling up in a humorless smirk. "Who else's would she be? Yours?" Without waiting for a reply, Victor ignored Faustina and her daughter completely. He strode over to Isadora, his eyes meeting hers with a dark intensity as he offered her his hand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIsadora looked at the strong, clean hand in front of her, her lashes fluttering. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand in his and rose to her feet.
Victor led her out of the room without another word.
Faustina watched them leave, biting her lip in frustration. "No wonder she wants to break up with my son she's got her hooks into the prince himself! I told your brother she was trouble, but did he listen? Of course not..." Genevieve glanced around at the people passing through the hospital corridor, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She stomped her foot. "Mom, Magnus is still in surgery. Can you please just keep your voice down and stop it already?" Faustina jabbed a finger hard into Genevieve's forehead. "Stop it, stop it, that's all you say! Your brother risked his life for that Isadora, and what does she do? Runs off with another man right in front of us!" Meanwhile, Victor led Isadora to a private VIP room. He turned to the waiting female doctor and said, "Take a look at her." Isadora folded her arms protectively, shaking her head and speaking so quietly it was barely a whisper. "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me." "Do you wantto check for you?" Victor's tone was flat, darker than usual-not cold, but more forceful than she was used to.
Isadora had spent enough taround him to sense his irritation simmering beneath the surface.
The room's atmosphere seemed to chill instantly.
Slowly, Isadora relaxed her arms and let them drop.
The doctor, feeling the pressure in the room, quickly drew the curtain and performed a thorough exam.
When she finished, she pulled the curtain back. "Mr. Fitzgerald, Miss Vaughan has sswelling and abrasions on her arms and legs. She'll need sointment for the wounds." Isadora sat obediently on the edge of the bed, letting the doctor tend to her injuries.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe doctor dabbed iodine and ointment onto the raw skin with careful hands.
"Ah-" Isadora winced as the iodine stung a split in the skin on her arm, her brows drawing together in pain. Victor watched from the side, spinning a cigarette absentmindedly between his fingers before tucking it back into the case.
His voice was cool and commanding. "Leave. I'll take care of her." The doctor's tension evaporated instantly. She set the ointment aside and slipped out, closing the door behind her.
Victor took the ointment from the table, focusing on her arm for a m moment nt before dipping a cotton swab into the bottle. He gently applied it to her wounds, his touch unexpectedly tender.
From Isadora's angle, the hospital lights cast a soft, golden glow over him. His lashes were lowered, hiding whatever emotions lay in his dark eyes, but his profile was as sharp and striking as ever. When he finished, Victor tossed the cotton swab in the trash. His elegant features were unreadable, but his gaze lingered on her.
After a pause, his tone was quietly authoritative. "You're going home. Now." Isadora together pressed her lips m together" want to wait until Magnus wakes up." "Isadora." Victor's voice was low and full of warning as he called her name.
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