Chapter 157

Vivian Laurent let out a cold laugh, her fingers lightly tapping the table.

"Ethan Roscente, after three years of marriage, you still don't know what I look like."

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled for words.

"The scar on my face healed long ago, but you never noticed." Vivian removed her mask. "I've been right in front of you every day, yet you couldn't recognize me."

His pupils constricted sharply.

"You thought all I could do was cook and do laundry?" Vivian scoffed. "If Night can run a company, why can't I?"

She stood up, looking down at him with disdain.

"You've always judged me with prejudice. When I dine with someone, it's gold-digging. When Night does the same, it's business networking."

Ethan's fingers clenched into fists.

"Victoria Roscente harassed me. Sophia Evans targeted me. The root cause is always you." Vivian grabbed her purse. "How many times must I tell you to stay away from me?"

She pushed open the private dining room door without looking back.

Ethan reached out to stop her but grasped only air.

Her words cut deeper than any blade.

Suddenly, he remembered those dark days after the car accident.

When doctors declared he'd never walk again, it was Vivian who administered daily acupuncture and massages.

He'd thrown medicine bowls at her in frustration. "Get out! Stop pretending to care!"

Yet she'd quietly cleaned up the mess and returned the next day.

Three months later, he miraculously stood up.

The doctors had marveled, "This recovery defies medical explanation!"

Ethan shot to his feet.

Could it be... Vivian had healed his legs?