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.

his head respectfully-he nearly bowed at the waist. "Mr. Fitzgerald, we had no idea you were coming. Please forgive us if we haven't looked after you

and even. "Let's get this moving. I want

course, of course. Everything's been arranged. Miss Vaughan, please follow

stunned. Victor had actually pulled strings to bring out the hospital's director

She felt more than a little

"Don't

with that, Isadora was whisked away by a team of doctors

an office

crossed over the

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

easily among

three. Whatever Miss Vaughan needs, we'll make sure

up, his expression unchanged

throat, a little embarrassed,

up to the Fitzgerald heir. He wasn't about to

I may, our 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.

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

his feet. "I'll check

"How's Miss Vaughan's report?...

done, Mr. Fitzgerald. Miss Vaughan's results