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.

head respectfully-he nearly bowed at the waist. "Mr. Fitzgerald, we had no idea you were coming. Please

"Let's get this moving. I

Vaughan, please follow the staff-they'll

strings to bring out the

She felt more than

"Don't worry. Go ahead-I'll wait for you right

with that, Isadora was whisked away by a team of doctors and nurses, practically swept along to

an

a sofa, one leg crossed over the other, casually scrolling through his phone

him, smiling obsequiously. He poured a cup of

is easily among

we'll make sure she

up, his expression unchanged

a little embarrassed, but rare was

the Fitzgerald heir. He wasn't

the city. We'd love to upgrade our equipment—not only to better serve patients, but to

it idly in his hand. He cut Dean Brown off. "Are the results

to his feet.

"How's

beaming. "All done, Mr. Fitzgerald. Miss Vaughan's results