NovelUSAChapter 222 Victor's lips curled in a mocking sneer. "So, should I be thanking you now? How touching, you really have my best interests at heart." He paused, listening as footsteps faded down the hallway.
Without warning, Victor gave Isadora a firm smack on the rear. "They're gone." * Isadora stepped out into the crisp air outside the Verdant Pavilion.
The moment she appeared, Wendy spotted her and hurried over. "Isadora! I've been looking everywhere for you. Where did you disappear to?" "I just went to the restroom," Isadora replied smoothly.
Wendy narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. "Funny, I was just there myself and didn't see you. Wait-Isadora, why is your face so red?" Isadora shifted uncomfortably. "It's just hot in there. Con, let's go." Once in the car, Isadora set the GPS and said, "Let's swing by the hospital and check on Rowena's dad." On the drive over, Wendy broke the silence. "Hey, Isadora?" "Yeah?" "I just realized that guy earlier is the infamous heir to the Fitzgerald Group." Wendy's voice rose in awe. "The Fitzgerald Group! That's, what, billions in assets? The biggest family in all of Capitolion!" Isadora turned the steering wheel, eyes fixed ahead.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWendy shot her a wary, curious glance, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So... what's your relationship with him?" Isadora didn't look away from the road. "Let's just say... we know each other." "Oh. Okay..." Sensing Isadora wasn't in the mood for gossip, Wendy wisely let the subject drop.
Soon, they arrived at the hospital.
Carrying a bag of fruit and snutritional supplements they'd picked up on the way, the two made their way to the ward.
Wendy bounced ahead, reaching for the door-only to pause as voices drifted from inside.
"Why is our family so unlucky? Now your father's medical bills for such a simple procedure are more than we can afford..." "I'm sorry, Mom. If I hadn't brought Abbott home, none of this would've happened." Gerda let out a weary sigh. "Oh, Rowena, sometimes you just have to accept fate. For years, we've struggled under these debts, and your work at the design firm hasn't exactly helped. Maybe it's tto find a steady job." Isadora knocked gently, interrupting the conversation between Rowena's mother, Gerda Blaine, and Rowena herself.
She glanced at Keeley, still unconscious in the hospital bed after surgery. "Hello, Mrs. Blaine." Wendy followed, setting the fruit and supplements on the table, and greeted politely, "Hello, ma'am." Gerda studied Isadora, a flicker of recognition in her eyes.
Isadora offered an explanation. "Rowena brought us over for dinner once during college-Nanette and me." That seemed to jog Gerda's memory. She looked Isadora up and down, noting how the once-shy girl had grown into a confident young woman. Years ago, Gerda had been a society lady herself-she could tell at a glance that Isadora's clothes were anything but cheap.
"I remember now. And I've seen Nanette in the news-she's a real star these days." She gave a wistful smile. "You two are doing so well. Rowena, you really should learn from your friends." Rowena, exhausted after a day spent at the hospital, looked worn and pale.
"Please don't say that, Mrs. Blaine," Isadora interjected gently. "Rowena is amazing. The design firm's about to enter the Horizon Architects competition. If our project is chosen, the commission will be substantial-and it'll give Seafarer Designs a real boost." Rowena perked up, sof the gloom lifting from her eyes. "Really, Isadora? Did you get it sorted today?" Wendy looked a little guilty. After all, Mr. Oakley had fainted at the end of their meeting, but... close enough.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIsadora simply nodded, her expression calm and composed.
A smile finally returned to Gerda's face.
They chatted for a while.
Afterwards, Isadora volunteered to go pick up dinner for everyone.
As she walked past one wing of the hospital, she spotted several police officers escorting a womaninam prison uniform. The woman's hair hung in tangled clumps, her eyes empty and lifeless, face gaunt, wrists shackled in handcuffs. With a loud clatter, the meal boxes slipped from Isadora's hands, crashing to the floor.
At the sound, the woman turned her head, staring across the hallway.
For a moment, her gaze locked with Isadora's-and in those eyes, Isadora saw a flash of pure malice, sharp and ΕΠ predatory.
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