Chapter 366

Fiona Grandelle stared at Vivian Laurent's face, struck by an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

She racked her brain but couldn't recall where she'd seen that face before.

Vivian's smile was warm, her eyes devoid of the usual mockery or pity Fiona was accustomed to.

At home, though the servants never said it outright, their evasive glances always made her skin crawl.

But Vivian was different.

Fiona slowly stepped out from behind the closet door.

"Can I really...?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Of course."

"But I've always been like this..." Fiona looked down, fingers twisting together.

Vivian spoke softly, "Trust me. I can perform the surgery for you."

Fiona shook her head violently. "It's useless. I had one as a child."

The kidnapping had left more than scars—it left shadows that never faded.

The accident during that surgery had stolen her courage completely.

"Just trust me." Vivian took her hand. "The world outside is beautiful. Have you ever been to a bar?"

Fiona shook her head blankly.

Vivian's eyes flickered.

She'd seen Fiona at Nightfall Lounge just last night.

"I'll take you sometime." Vivian probed gently, "Do you like shooting?"

"Too dangerous." Fiona shrank back. "I've never touched a gun."

The puzzle pieces clicked into place for Vivian.

The same person. Two polar opposite personalities.

One timid as a mouse. The other cold-blooded and decisive.

"Have you gone out since coming to Eudora?"

Fiona shook her head.

She hid in her room all day, afraid of even sunlight.

Vivian was almost certain now—Fiona had dissociative identity disorder.

A sensitive, fragile primary personality.

And a ruthless, dangerous alter.

The woman who'd wielded that gun last night might be someone Fiona herself didn't know existed.

"Would you like to visit me at the hospital?" Vivian changed tack. "There are many people there who need help."

Fiona hesitated.

"Plenty of handsome interns too." Vivian winked.

A faint blush colored Fiona's pale cheeks.