EuropeNovelChapter 153 Richard shook her hand off with a look of disgust, snapping, "Don't callDad. I'm not your father." Pearl turned pleading eyes to Prescott, her voice trembling with desperation.
"Prescott, please... You promised you'd always be on my side." A storm of conflict flashed in Prescott's eyes. He suddenly realized that he hadn't actually seen Isadora push Pearl-he'd only heard Pearl's scream and assumed the worst. Now, seeing Pearl like this, guilt gnawed at him. Prescott looked away, uneasy.
Eleanor took a shaky breath and glanced at Isadora, her eyes full of remorse. She stepped forward, reaching out to take Isadora's hand, but before she could make contact, Isadora jerked away without hesitation.
Eleanor's eyes grew wet as she looked at her daughter-so beautiful, so much like herself in her youth. Why hadn't she ever seen it before? She sniffled. "Isadora, I'm sorry. Your father and I were wrong about you." Isadora stared back, her face unreadable.
If the video hadn't cleared her ntoday, she might have ended up in prison.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVictor's lips curled into a sardonic smile, a mocking edge in his voice.
"Eleanor, maybe someone should throw you off a balcony and see if a simple 'I'm sorry' makes it all better?" Eleanor fell silent, unable to answer.
Richard, standing nearby, caught the way Victor was shielding Isadora tonight, his eyes narrowing with a trace of wariness.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, this has all been a misunderstanding. We... it's our adopted daughter who's brought this trouble. But today is Isadora's birthday. Why don't we celebrate her turning twenty-four?" Victor's dark eyes glinted with scorn. He drawled, each word dripping with contempt.
"From the looks of it, she'd be lucky to get through her birthday in one piece. God knows how much more you'd take from her if we stuck around." Richard's face tightened, his composure cracking.
"You must be joking, Mr. Fitzgerald. Isadora is our own flesh and blood. We'd never do such a thing to her." Victor gave a cold, mirthless laugh.
"Well, being your biological daughter sounds like a pretty raw deal." Someone in the room couldn't hold back a snicker. Even Richard, thick-skinned as he was, turned crimson under Victor's blunt words.
Then, with effortless grace, Victor bent down and scooped Isadora up into his arms.
He tossed out, "My woman's birthday I'll be the one to celebrate it with her." With all eyes glued to them in shock, he turned on his heel, carrying her straight toward the front door as if he owned the place.
Isadora felt the weight of everyone's stares-curious, suggestive, sdownright scandalized. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"Victor, putdown. My face is bruised, not my legs," she protested.
Victor looked down at her, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What's this? Now that the 's over, you're ready to tossaside? Miss Vaughan, shouldn't you at least say thank you for once?" "I wasn't-" she started, but he swept her out anyway.
She didn't need to guess what tomorrow's tabloids wouldmake'of this But Victor, it seemed, couldn't care less about anyone's opinion.
Suddenly- Boom!
Fireworks exploded across the night sky, painting the city in a cascade of dazzling colors. The bursts bloomed like a thousand radiant flowers, brilliant and breathtaking.
Everyone turned to look: a tall, striking man cradling a stunning woman in his arms, striding into the heart of the fireworks' glow-two figures silhouetted against a sky alive with celebration.
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