Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 312

Lying on the stark white hospital bed, Isadora stared up at the glaring surgical lights overhead. The cold, clinical glow felt almost icy, as though it were leeching warmth from the room.

Two doctors stood beside her, snapping on their latex gloves. They exchanged a glance.

"Miss Vaughan, are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?" one of them asked.

"Once we give you the anesthesia, there's no turning back. Are you certain about your decision?"

"Procedures like this are common these days," the other doctor added, "but you should know there are still risks-uterine infections, complications with your fallopian tubes, and in rare cases, future infertility. Please think it through."

Isadora frowned, her patience thinning. "Do all doctors lecture this much now?"

The doctors fell silent, slightly awkward.

Not that they wanted to lecture her. Orders were orders.

But seeing the woman lying motionless on the table, they could only shrug helplessly. They had followed the director's instructions to the letter.

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Summit Crest Estates.

tossed carelessly across his

much to drink

head throbbed, splitting

times—before he finally reached out with a long arm, grabbing it from the nightstand and pressing it lazily to his

urgent. "Victor, where are you?" "What is it?" Victor's deep, rough voice was thick with sleep and annoyance. He rolled over, slinging a muscular arm over his forehead, eyes still closed. The room

Isadora at the

The haze of sleep vanished, replaced by sharp,

clear, Finley. What's going

swallowing. "She... she's here for an

snapped open, dark and stormy, a wildness flashing in their depths. His voice

the doctors to stall, but I'm not sure if we can stop

asking, curiosity getting the better of him, "By the way, Victor... is the baby

happens to Isadora, I'll make sure

Finley was only calling him now.

clothes, and dressed in a rush before