Chapter 121

The emergency call came in the dead of night.

Vivian Laurent had just bid farewell to Isabella Langley when Daniel Ashcroft's name flashed across her phone screen.

"Vivian, we have a critical patient who fell down the stairs. Get to the hospital now!" Daniel's voice brooked no argument.

A 2:30 AM summons.

Vivian smirked. Daniel never missed a chance to make her life difficult.

"Where are the on-duty doctors?"

"Swamped! No more questions—move it!"

The roar of an engine split the silence.

Vivian threw on her lab coat and rushed to the ward, only to collide with Ryan Fairsprene in the hallway.

"You?" Ryan's eyes widened. "Daniel's clearly setting you up."

Vivian shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Where's the patient?"

A pained groan echoed from the room.

That voice sounded oddly familiar.

Vivian pushed the door open, scanning the medical report. "Fractured right leg, dislocated left arm, two broken ribs."

The patient froze.

"Dr... Dr. Luna?!"

Finn Deross's eyes bulged, his hospital gown drenched in cold sweat.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine his assassination target would be his attending physician.

"What a coincidence." Vivian arched a brow, tapping the clipboard with her fingers.

Finn struggled to sit up. "I don't need treatment!"

"Fine." Vivian smiled. "Crawl out, then."

Ryan glanced between them. "You two know each other?"

"Finn Deross." Vivian read from the chart. "Twenty-five. Freelancer."

Finn turned ghostly pale.

Having his identity as a Dark Web assassin exposed by his target was worse than mission failure.

"Spare me, Dr. Luna! I swear I'll quit!" His voice trembled.

Ryan tactfully exited the room.

Vivian leisurely pulled on surgical gloves.

Finn's pupils contracted as she approached.

"Stay... stay back!"

A sharp crack of bone resetting echoed through the ward, followed by a scream.