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 at the waist. "Mr. Fitzgerald, we had no idea you were coming. Please forgive us if we haven't looked after

was cool and even. "Let's get this

Everything's been arranged. Miss Vaughan, please

pulled strings to bring out the hospital's

her. She felt more than a little

shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "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

in an office

over the other, casually

a cup of tea

is easily among the

three. Whatever Miss Vaughan needs, we'll make

didn't even look up, his

Brown cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, but rare was

He

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

jumped to his feet.

up the internal line. "How's Miss

beaming. "All done, Mr.