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 Deanna's

curtly, helping his grandmother

the business world for decades, now lay on the

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

Victor. "Life and death... are in God's hands. Victor... promise me

eyes glistened red. He clasped his grandfather's hand tightly, jaw clenched.

your grandmother... she's lived a life of comfort. If she ever makes a mistake... just forgive

his words faded, Dorian's hand

"Granddad!" Victor cried.

out a heart-wrenching wail and fainted

ISA Grandeur Hotel

at the hotel, but Victor never

the floor-to-ceiling windows, the river winding through Capitolion shimmered in the moonlight, casting a dreamlike glow across the ast

lisianthus, wild gardenias-so many

their meanings

message: "A love like no

it was just

down, Isadora realized she was

just a little, into something she wasn't sure she could

Her resolve was wavering.

that God might punish her for changing

for her

from the bouquet, Isadora absentmindedly tugged

murmuring

poured through the windows like golden

was jolted awake by the shrill