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

business world for decades, now lay on the hospital bed, waxen and frail, life

the bed. Her voice shook. "Dorian, please,

death... are in God's

eyes glistened red. He clasped his grandfather's hand

a life of comfort. If she

faded, Dorian's

"Granddad!" Victor cried.

a heart-wrenching wail and fainted

ISA Grandeur Hotel

all night at the hotel,

Capitolion shimmered in the

lisianthus, wild gardenias-so many varieties, all

their

all shared a single message: "A love like no

if it was just a

realized she was in

a little, into something she

Her resolve was wavering.

might punish her for changing her mind

for her to

red rose from the bouquet, Isadora absentmindedly

murmuring to

through

the