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."

explained, "Mr. Dorian Fitzgerald suddenly collapsed in his study this afternoon. The doctor says his blood pressure spiked and

had brain surgery last year. I can't

expression darkened

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

his voice steady. "We

the doors to the operating room swung

arrived. Your grandfather's heart rate is failing and his blood pressure

nodded, his dark eyes flicking to the maids, silently instructing them to

red. For all her poise and power, all the wealth at her command, she was utterly helpless when it came

"My dear boy..."”

to a maid with barely a glance. "Take care

trying to comfort Deanna. "Mr. Fitzgerald is strong— he'll pull through, just like last time. His eightieth birthday

holding on

Pattie felt a vibration coming

retrieved a phone from the pocket. The caller ID read "Pudding's

the