Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 276

Deanna let out a weary sigh.

"After your grandfather woke up, he was finally starting to recover. But once he heard about your uncle's latest stunt, he got all worked up again. The doctor says he can't take any more shocks, or things could get much worse."

Victor pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Dorian lay in the massive bed, surrounded by medical equipment—heart monitor, ventilator, even a full set of surgical tools nearby. In the adjoining room, five top specialists stood ready for any emergency.

Nearly eighty, Dorian's hair was thin and white, but even now, the aura of his younger, legendary self lingered on his face.

At the sound of the door, he opened his eyes slowly.

A nurse hurried over, raising the head of the bed so he could see better.

Dorian's gaze was still sharp as ever. He fixed it on Victor, his voice old yet commanding: “How did things go in Europe?"

"No issues," Victor replied coolly.

easily," Dorian rasped. "He's waiting for me to fall, hoping for a comeback.

finished the sentence before a fit of coughing

nurse stepped forward to help him take a sip of

in Europe-a criminal empire, really, with more than half his fortune coming from the underworld.

the Fitzgerald Group a

didn't even look up, his voice cold as ice. "Don't worry. I won't let

a moment, a wry smile flickering at the corner of his

care of yourself, old man. If you're gone, there's no telling what'll become of the Fitzgerald

Dorian snapped, though a faint trace

his days at Oxford, had founded X Capital Ventures and made a name for himself on Wall Street. If Victor hadn't returned to take the helm, his own business empire might

is to see the Fitzgerald family and LS Capital Holdings joined by marriage. This year, you and Ms.

his expression unreadable.

he opened his mouth to speak, a gentle hand landed

looked up to see Deanna by his side, quietly shaking

leaving the bedroom, Victor slumped on the living room sofa, looking bored and distant—though it was clear he was irritated. He

was legendary. Only the finest leaves and

cup down with little care, his gaze cool as he glanced at the maid preparing