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.

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

"Let's get this

been arranged. Miss Vaughan, please follow the staff-they'll take care

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

on her. She felt

gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry. Go

a team of doctors and nurses, practically

in an

a sofa, one leg crossed over the

cup of tea and

easily among

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

his expression

little embarrassed, but rare was the

He wasn't about to let

to upgrade our equipment—not only to better serve patients, but to faise our hospital's standing

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

Brown jumped to his feet. "I'll

picked up the internal line. "How's Miss Vaughan's report?... Alright.

Mr. Fitzgerald. Miss Vaughan's results are perfectly