Chapter 152

"Ethan Roscente, if you're sick, go check yourself into a hospital."

Vivian Laurent shook off his grip and turned to leave. Hundreds of workers were still waiting for her at the construction site accident.

Ethan grabbed her wrist. "I'm trying to save you!"

"Let go!"

"Is this worthless company worth risking your life for? Do you think that man cares whether you live or die?"

Vivian smirked coldly. "My company. My people. None of your concern."

The stubborn set of her shoulders sent a sharp pang through Ethan's chest. She'd walked away with nothing during their divorce, and now she was being used as a scapegoat.

"Come with me. I'll handle this."

"I don't need your help." She wrenched her arm free. "Staying away from me is help enough."

Her slender frame stood unwavering in the downpour. The image overlapped with another—Dr. Luna, the renowned physician who'd also been named Vivian Laurent. Just as unyielding.

Against his better judgment, he followed.

"Ms. Laurent, the media has the entrance blocked." Lucas Lefèvre hurried over with an umbrella.

Vivian scanned the sea of reporters. "You investigate the construction materials. I'll deal with this."

"At least take the umbrella—"

"Unnecessary." She shrugged on a raincoat and yanked off her face mask.

Ethan's pupils contracted.

Raindrops slid down flawless, luminous skin—no scars in sight. That familiar defiant glint in her eyes was unmistakable.

Dr. Luna?!

His blood turned to ice. The disfigured ex-wife he'd despised... was the legendary physician of the capital?

Water dripped from his chin as Ethan stood frozen, gripped by a chill deeper than the storm.