Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 313

Outside the surgical ward in the hospital's dim hallway, hurried footsteps echoed, low and urgent.

A tall, strikingly handsome man appeared, anxiety etched across his face as he rushed in.

"Isadora!" Victor shouted, his voice sharp and desperate.

His gaze caught on the digital display above the operating room door, the red letters reading, "Surgery Concluding." For a moment, his eyes went blank, long lashes fluttering rigidly as if he couldn't quite accept what he was seeing. Confusion and disbelief flickered in his expression, quickly swept away by a storm of emotion.

Just then, the double doors to the operating suite slid open. Several doctors in white coats stepped out, fatigue and caution etched on their faces.

Victor's brow furrowed deeply. Without thinking, he seized one of the doctors by the collar, his tone cold and fierce. "How is the woman inside?" he demanded.

The doctor, startled and bewildered, thought he was dealing with some kind of madman. "Sir, let go of me! You need to calm down!"

Victor's eyes were icy, his voice a single, frigid command. "Talk."

a few inches off the floor, the doctor broke into a cold sweat, stammering, "Okay, okay-I'll tell you! The patient just finished surgery. She's still under

lifeless, as if the very soul had been drained from his

chest and gasping for air, he muttered under his breath, "He looks like a

colleagues, eager to get away before the man could

his posture defeated, eyes clouded with grief. His voice, barely more

experienced doctor, used to scenes like this, stepped forward with a weary sigh. "Sir, I'm sorry for your loss. As doctors, we did try to talk her out of it. But she was

into a

connected to me

far, just to

his fist against the operating room door. Blood

nearby recoiled in shock, cowed by the cold, dangerous

the hall, the door to another operating room

in the tense cluster of

tall and lean, but radiating a

feet momentarily