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

Victor's resolve, Dr. Brown could only comply, setting the IV bag and needle

raising her hand to knock-only to freeze as voices drifted

then dropped her hand and pushed the door open, stepping

black utility jacket Victor had

eyes. Quickly, he pulled the black shirt over

her eyes before she realized it, and her voice trembled as she rushed to his side. "What happened

"You caught me. It's nothing, just a small accident. The doctor's

and clear, narrowed in disbelief. She turned to Dr. Brown.

nervously at

sharp

Brown's lips. "Mr. Fitzgerald's injury-a

confession hung in the

down her cheeks, trailing

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