Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 333

Fitzgerald Hospital-Outside the Operating Room

The corridor was cold and silent, its air heavy with tension.

Mrs. Deanna Fitzgerald paced anxiously, her steps uneven as the family butler hovered nearby, ready to steady her if she faltered.

Victor strode in, his presence immediately commanding attention.

The moment Deanna saw her grandson, she clung to his hand, her voice

trembling with tears. "Oh, Victor, thank God you're here..."

"What happened this time?" Victor asked, his tone clipped and urgent.

The butler only shook his head, unable to find any words.

Victor's brow furrowed with worry.

Just then, the double doors of the operating room swung open. The hospital director and the attending physician stepped out, their faces grave.

Deanna, desperate and afraid, was the first to speak. "Doctor, how is he? He's going to be alright, isn't he?"

The physician let out a weary sigh. "Mrs. Fitzgerald, Mr. Fitzgerald-please accept our condolences."

The words hit Deanna like a blow. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed. Rage flared in her eyes as she shouted, "Condolences? That's all you have to say? After everything our family has done for this hospital-after all the money we've given you doctors-this is the best you can do? I don't believe it. Victor, call in the best specialists from abroad, now!"

The hospital director interrupted gently, "Mr. Fitzgerald, you should go in and see him while you still can."

streamed down

nodded curtly, helping his grandmother as they entered the

the formidable patriarch who had commanded the business world for decades, now lay on the hospital bed, waxen

to his side, collapsing onto the bed. Her voice shook. "Dorian, please, don't leave

his strength, Dorian lifted his hand toward Victor. "Life and death... are in God's hands. Victor... promise me one thing. The Fitzgerald Group must thrive. No matter

hand tightly, jaw clenched.

lived a life

Dorian's hand slipped

"Granddad!" Victor cried.

let out a heart-wrenching wail and

ISA Grandeur Hotel

at the hotel, but Victor never

through Capitolion shimmered in the moonlight, casting a dreamlike glow across the ast

lisianthus, wild gardenias-so many varieties,

their meanings on

a single message: "A love

wondered if it

down, Isadora realized

just a little, into something she wasn't

Her resolve was wavering.

punish her for

to whisper for her to be a little

rose from the bouquet, Isadora

murmuring

poured through the windows

was jolted awake by the