Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 367

Hospital.

By the time Isadora and Victor arrived, their appointment with the specialist had already passed.

Isadora couldn't help but complain. "You're usually a speed demon behind the wheel. What was with the turtle act today? We missed our slot."

Victor glanced at the hospital's big digital screen, looking completely unfazed. But when his eyes met Isadora's, he put on his best "it's my fault" face. "Alright, alright, my bad."

Isadora shot him a glare and turned away, ignoring him. She pulled out her phone and started scrolling, trying to book another appointment with the specialist.

Victor stepped aside, pulled out his own phone, and made a quick call. His tone was brisk and commanding. "Yes, now. Handle it."

Isadora hunched over her phone, searching for openings. The earliest available slot was next Monday—which clashed with a big meeting she couldn't miss. She was already thinking she might have to reschedule everything.

Suddenly, a long-fingered hand reached across her field of vision and snatched her phone away.

Victor's voice was calm and confident. "Relax. You'll get your checkup today."

No sooner had he spoken than a group of doctors in white coats came rushing out of the inner corridor. Leading them was a man in his fifties with black-rimmed glasses.

They made a beeline for Victor and Isadora.

Dean Brown, the hospital director, bowed his head respectfully—he nearly bowed at the waist. "Mr. Fitzgerald, we had no idea you were coming. Please forgive us if we haven't looked after you properly."

Victor's voice was cool and even. "Let's get this moving. I want your best OB-GYN specialist."

"Of course, of course. Everything's been arranged. Miss Vaughan, please follow the staff—they'll take care of you."

Isadora was stunned. Victor had actually pulled strings to bring out the hospital's director in person.

All eyes were suddenly on her. She felt more than a little awkward.

Victor gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry. Go ahead—I'll wait for you right here."

And with that, Isadora was whisked away by a team of doctors and nurses, practically swept along to her examination.

A flicker of relief and satisfaction crossed Victor's face. He got up, strolling out of the office with his usual careless air.

At the door, he glanced back at Dean Brown, who was still hovering, nervous and hopeful. "You said something about new equipment?"

Dean Brown nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes!"

Victor named a figure offhandedly. "Alright, let's say… five million?"

Dean Brown's face lit up in astonishment. He'd been hinting and pleading for ages, and Victor hadn't so much as nodded—now, with one word, he'd secured a five-million-dollar investment.

If Miss Vaughan came for a few more checkups, the hospital's entire equipment could probably be replaced!

Meanwhile, Isadora emerged from the exam room just as Victor stepped out of the office nearby.

He handed her a stack of papers. "Want to take a look?"

Isadora took the report, still feeling a little sulky.