Chapter 368

Isabella Langley's eyes widened as her fingers unconsciously tightened around the coffee cup.

"That girl is actually the princess's daughter?"

Vivian Laurent closed the medical chart, her fingertips lightly tapping the desk. "Severe facial scar contractures will require staged surgical repairs."

She paused before adding, "The psychological issues are the most challenging part."

Dissociative Identity Disorder was a ticking time bomb that could detonate at any moment. Vivian recalled those evasive eyes, feeling a ripple of emotion.

"This consultation fee won't be easily earned," Isabella sighed.

Vivian shook her head. "Consider it charity work."

Under the desk lamp late at night, Vivian scribbled furiously. Treatment plans were revised repeatedly until dawn broke.

The next evening, she knocked on the hotel room door with homemade cookies. Fiona Grandelle timidly took a bite, her eyes lighting up.

"The night markets in our country are quite lively," Vivian described vividly. "Candied fruits, sugar paintings, and glowing balloons."

Fiona twisted her fingers together but couldn't resist asking, "Really?"

On the third day, Vivian appeared wearing meticulously applied scar makeup. The princess gasped upon opening the door.

"It's me," Vivian smiled.

Fiona's pupils contracted violently. The scars from photographs now appeared shockingly real before her eyes.

"Want to go out with me?" Vivian extended her hand. "Let those gossips go to hell."

In the mall, lecherous eyes lingered on them.

"Ugly freaks shouldn't be out scaring people," a man deliberately raised his voice.

Vivian pointed her phone at him. "Smile for the camera. Let the internet admire your handsome face."

The man's expression changed instantly. "Just joking!"

"Oh?" Vivian arched an eyebrow. "Shall I educate everyone about male reproductive health issues then?"

Snickers erupted around them. The man fled after being forced to apologize.

Fiona tugged at Vivian's sleeve, eyes shining.

"Remember," Vivian crouched to meet her gaze, "your worth isn't written on your face."

Three consecutive days of companionship gradually relaxed Fiona. On their last evening, the girl even initiated a hug.

"The surgery will be in Eudora," the princess said gratefully, clasping Vivian's hands. "We'll need your expertise then."

In the hospital corridor, Emily Garnache stumbled backward from a collision.

"Watch where you're going!" Rubbing her shoulder, she only saw a fleeing figure.

Security surrounded the person curled in the corner. Ryan Fairsprene parted the crowd, signaling everyone to disperse.

"Need help?" He maintained a safe distance while crouching.

A trembling voice came from behind the mask. "I'm looking...for Dr. Laurent."