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

nodded curtly, helping his grandmother as they entered

Dorian Fitzgerald, the formidable patriarch who had commanded the business world for decades, now lay on the hospital

collapsing onto the bed. Her

lifted his hand toward Victor. "Life and death... are in God's hands.

grandfather's hand tightly, jaw clenched. "I promise.

his gaze softening. "And your grandmother... she's lived a life of

his words faded, Dorian's hand slipped from

"Granddad!" Victor cried.

heart-wrenching wail and

ISA Grandeur Hotel

all night at the hotel, but Victor

through Capitolion shimmered in the moonlight, casting

blue hyacinths, lisianthus, wild gardenias-so many varieties, all

their meanings

shared a single message: "A love like no

it was just a

Isadora realized she was in

herself slipping, just a little, into something she

Her resolve was wavering.

worried that God might punish

for her to be

a vibrant red rose from

murmuring to

through the windows like

was jolted awake by the