Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 445

The Walsh family was paralyzed with terror, their faces drained of all color.

No one could have imagined that a simple gathering would end like this. Someone had actually gotten hurt-right here, in their own home.

How could they possibly calm Victor's fury now?

Olivia forced herself to look composed, though her eyes were red-rimmed. She shot a furious glare at Sally and Leda, who were both collapsed on the floor.

Useless, both of them.

Kemp's expression was grim as he issued a curt order. "Pull up every security camera in the Walsh estate. No one leaves until we get to the bottom of this."

The hospital was cold and sterile.

Finley, dressed in his white doctor's coat, rushed down the hall with several senior specialists trailing behind him. They'd all heard the news and hurried to the emergency room.

Inside, Isadora lay motionless on the hospital bed, eyes closed.

Finley's brow furrowed deeply. "What's the patient's status?"

stood nearby, their faces tense. One quickly

answer.

exposure to cold. Her condition is critical. We need to bring her temperature up immediately or both she and the baby

her face. He gripped her hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. His voice was hoarse,

powerful Victor-had never begged for anything in his

known him,

the bed, his body rigid with tension. Victor's long lashes cast shadows over his eyes, concealing whatever storm was brewing inside, but the air around him was

Victor was teetering on the

he could do was save

Finley had no idea what

placing a firm, reassuring

step outside

move. Tall and imposing, he stood rooted to the spot, his black

doctors exchanged

to wait outside, but the sheer anger radiating off him made them hesitate

wasn't a second to waste. He dropped his

it, you have to leave. Otherwise, I can't guarantee