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."

word, Victor reached for the black shirt draped beside him,

setting the IV bag and needle back on the

room, raising her hand to knock-only to freeze as voices

dropped her hand and pushed the door open, stepping

of blood assaulted her senses. On the floor lay the black utility jacket Victor had worn earlier. He sat on the edge of the bed, bare-chested, his right

Isadora just then; surprise flickered in his eyes. Quickly, he pulled the black

Isadora had already seen. Tears welled up in her eyes before she realized it,

me. It's nothing, just a small accident.

in disbelief. She turned to Dr.

Brown hesitated, glancing nervously at Victor,

sharp with worry. "Tell

Dr. Brown's

hung

her cheeks, trailing over pale

frosty glare, and the doctor immediately ducked his head, feeling