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."

Fitzgerald suddenly collapsed in his study this afternoon. The doctor says his blood pressure spiked and affected

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

darkened with

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

steady. "We have the world's

the operating

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

eyes flicking to the maids, silently instructing them to keep

her poise and power, all the wealth at her command, she

"My dear boy..."”

to a maid with barely a glance. "Take care

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

on to that

while later, Pattie felt a vibration coming

phone from the pocket.

the

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