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, ready to

could only comply, setting the IV

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

dropped her hand and pushed the

sharp, metallic tang of blood assaulted her senses. On the floor lay the black utility jacket Victor had worn

expected to see Isadora just then; surprise flickered in his eyes. Quickly, he pulled the black shirt over his head,

her eyes before she realized it, and

to sound flippant. "You caught me. It's nothing, just a small

disbelief. She turned to Dr.

Brown hesitated, glancing nervously at Victor, unsure whether

voice dropped, sharp with worry. "Tell

from Dr. Brown's lips. "Mr.

hung in the

down her cheeks,

Brown a frosty glare, and the doctor immediately ducked