Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 231

The Fitzgerald Group Private Hospital.

On the top floor, the surgical suite was under heavy guard, with a dozen security personnel standing sentinel.

The sharp tang of antiseptic mixed with the sterile chill of the corridor, creating a tension that hung in the air.

Just outside the operating room, two maids steadied Deanna as she waited, wringing her hands in anxious silence.

The doors swung open and shut, doctors hurrying in and out, faces grim and focused.

Deanna's worry deepened with every passing minute, her brow furrowed in distress.

Suddenly, the sound of urgent footsteps echoed down the hall, growing louder by the second.

Victor appeared-tall and composed in a crisp white shirt and dark tailored vest, a matching handkerchief peeking from his breast pocket. He carried his suit jacket over one arm, striding purposefully toward them. Raindrops dotted his shirt; he must have rushed straight from a business dinner.

Seeing him, Deanna's relief was palpable. She hurried forward, her voice choked with emotion. "Oh, Victor, thank God you're here."

in his study this afternoon.

already had brain surgery last year. I can't believe this is

expression darkened

deteriorating for years-partly due to age, partly because of chronic

chair, his voice steady. "We have the world's top neurologist-Professor Lowell here. Let's

to the operating

surgeon strode out, white coat crisp and bloodless. "Mr. Fitzgerald, you've arrived. Your grandfather's heart rate is failing

nodded, his dark eyes flicking to the maids, silently

wealth at her command, she was utterly helpless when it

"My dear boy..."”

to a maid with

quietly trying to comfort Deanna. "Mr. Fitzgerald is strong— he'll pull through, just like last time. His eightieth birthday is coming up. And the young master is

nodded, holding on to that fragile

a vibration coming from Victor's suit

phone from the pocket.

handed the phone to