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. The doctor says his blood pressure spiked and affected the arteries in his

in Deanna's eyes. "He already had brain surgery last

darkened with

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

chair, his voice steady. "We have the world's top

to the operating room

and bloodless. "Mr. Fitzgerald, you've arrived. Your grandfather's heart rate is failing and his blood pressure is dangerously low. We're running short on

the maids, silently instructing them to

at her command, she was utterly helpless

"My dear boy..."”

handed his suit jacket to a maid with barely a glance. "Take care of her." "Yes,

strong— he'll pull through, just like last time. His eightieth birthday is coming up. And the young master

on to

felt a vibration coming from Victor's

the pocket. The caller ID read

handed the

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