Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 392

Another Room

Victor was half-reclined on the bed, his brow furrowed and his breathing short and ragged, as if he were fighting through pain by sheer force of will.

Beside him, Dr. Brown methodically disinfected the wound with saline, carefully cleaning away the crusted blood and damaged tissue with a scalpel.

The Fitzgerald Mansion had always been prepared for emergencies. Ever since Dorian's illness years ago, the estate boasted a fully equipped medical suite— state-of-the-art machines and supplies stood ready for situations like this, making even minor surgeries possible without the need to rush to a hospital.

When the wound was finally clean, Dr. Brown smoothed a layer of ointment over it, then reached for gauze and began to wrap Victor's shoulder in thick, clean bandages.

With the dressing finished, Dr. Brown set up an IV drip, preparing to administer antibiotics.

But Victor's eyes snapped open. "Just the bandage. That's enough."

Dr. Brown frowned. "Sir, your wound is infected. You need antibiotics. A simple bandage won't be enough."

Victor's voice was cold, emotionless. "No need. Just do as I say."

the black shirt draped beside him, ready to

could only comply, setting the IV bag and needle back on

room, raising her hand to knock-only to freeze

then dropped her hand and pushed the door open, stepping

lay the black utility jacket Victor had worn earlier. He sat on the edge of the bed, bare-chested, his right shoulder swathed

eyes. Quickly,

already seen. Tears welled up in her eyes before she realized it, and her voice trembled as she rushed to

It's nothing,

clear, narrowed in disbelief.

glancing nervously at Victor, unsure whether to

dropped, sharp with worry. "Tell

slipped from Dr. Brown's

confession hung in

tears spilled down her

the doctor immediately ducked his head, feeling as if the room's