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."

cold sweat, stammering, "Okay, okay-I'll tell you! The

dropped slowly to his side. His dark eyes were dull, lifeless,

released, nearly stumbled to the ground. Clutching his chest and gasping for air, he muttered under

at his colleagues,

His voice, barely more than a

for your loss. As doctors, we did try to talk her out

lips twisted into a

connected to me this

this far, just to

crash, Victor slammed his fist against the operating room

recoiled in shock, cowed by the cold, dangerous

the door to another operating room

the tense

found him-Victor, impossible to ignore, dressed in black from head to toe, tall and

feet momentarily rooted to