Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 367

Hospital.

By the time Isadora and Victor arrived, their appointment with the specialist had already passed.

Isadora couldn't help but complain. "You're usually a speed demon behind the wheel. What was with the turtle act today? We missed our slot."

Victor glanced at the hospital's big digital screen, looking completely unfazed. But when his eyes met Isadora's, he put on his best "it's my fault" face. "Alright, alright, my bad."

Isadora shot him a glare and turned away, ignoring him. She pulled out her phone and started scrolling, trying to book another appointment with the specialist.

Victor stepped aside, pulled out his own phone, and made a quick call. His tone was brisk and commanding. "Yes, now. Handle it."

Isadora hunched over her phone, searching for openings. The earliest available slot was next Monday-which clashed with a big meeting she couldn't miss. She was already thinking she might have to reschedule everything.

Suddenly, a long-fingered hand reached across her field of vision and snatched her phone away.

Victor's voice was calm and confident. "Relax. You'll get your checkup today."

No sooner had he spoken than a group of doctors in white coats came rushing out of the inner corridor. Leading them was a man in his fifties with black-rimmed glasses.

They made a beeline for Victor and Isadora.

bowed his head respectfully-he nearly bowed at the waist. "Mr. Fitzgerald, we had no idea

and even. "Let's get this

Everything's been arranged. Miss Vaughan,

pulled strings to

on her. She felt more than

gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry. Go ahead-I'll wait for

was whisked away by a team of doctors and nurses, practically swept along to her

in an

the other, casually scrolling through

opposite him, smiling obsequiously. He poured a cup of tea and handed it

easily among

Whatever Miss Vaughan needs, we'll make sure she gets

his expression unchanged as he

little

heir. He wasn't about to let it slip

hospitals are currently being evaluated across the city. We'd love to upgrade our equipment—not only to better serve patients, but to faise our hospital's standing as well. If you might be

his message, locked his phone, and twirled it idly in his hand. He

his

the internal line. "How's Miss

"All done, Mr.