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,

resolve, Dr. Brown could only comply, setting the IV bag and needle back

to knock-only to freeze as voices

then dropped her hand and

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

eyes. Quickly, he pulled the black shirt over his head,

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

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

gaze, dark and clear, narrowed in disbelief. She turned to

hesitated, glancing nervously at Victor, unsure whether

sharp

Brown's lips.

confession hung

down her cheeks,

Dr. Brown a frosty glare, and the doctor immediately ducked