Chapter 267

Vivian Laurent was writing a prescription in her consultation room when Ethan Roscente appeared at the door.

She glanced up briefly before returning to her paperwork.

"Let's talk outside." She closed the medical chart without looking at him.

At the hallway corner, Vivian kept her hands in her lab coat pockets. "What is it?"

Ethan's gaze swept over her. "Did my uncle come to see you?"

"Yes." Her tone was flat.

"Did he do anything to you?" His brow furrowed slightly.

Vivian let out a soft laugh. "What, do I look that fragile to you?"

"He plays dirty." Ethan's voice darkened. "I don't trust him."

She shrugged. "Feeling better now?"

He studied her for a moment before asking abruptly, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

"No."

"What's the matter?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Since when do you keep tabs on my schedule?"

"Do you need help?" He pressed.

"Not necessary." Vivian turned to leave. "My patients are waiting."

Ethan caught her wrist. "Call me if anything happens."

She pulled her hand away and walked off without another word.

Ethan watched her disappear down the corridor, his expression turning icy.

He dialed Simon Eisner's number. "Pull up the hospital surveillance footage."

Thirty minutes later, Ethan stared at his phone screen, his eyes darkening as he watched Victor Roscente intercept Vivian.

"Keep my uncle occupied," he said coldly. "Make sure he has no time to cause trouble."

The next evening, Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the city lights.

Simon knocked and entered. "The gala on the luxury cruise starts at seven, Mr. Roscente."

Ethan suddenly remembered something and picked up the embossed invitation from his desk.

Tonight?

His eyes narrowed.

Was this what Vivian meant when she said she was "busy" yesterday?