Chapter 465

The operating room lights dimmed as Vivian's fingertips trembled slightly.

Fiona Grandelle's face was wrapped in layers of bandages, like an artwork awaiting unveiling. In two weeks, those hideous scars would vanish forever.

"Dr. Laurent, you've worked hard." Ryan Fairsprene handed her a disinfectant wipe.

Vivian accepted it, the lingering scent of antiseptic clinging to her fingers. "You did well."

Ryan's ears turned faintly pink. "I learned from you."

At the end of the corridor, Queen Eleanor waited anxiously. After a brief update, Vivian entrusted the postoperative instructions to Ryan.

Only when cold water slid down her throat in the break room did she notice the ache in her shoulders. Leaning against the wall, she slowly stretched her stiff neck.

"Vivian!" Emily Garnache rushed over, hesitating.

Vivian arched a brow. "Since when do you stammer?"

Emily shoved a phone into her hands. "You need to see this."

The lock screen was flooded with unread messages. Ethan Roscente's chat sat at the top—just three words: "Trust me."

Scrolling down, Finn Deross's text popped up: "Master, that Roscente bastard isn't worthy of you!" Lucas Lefèvre's voice message seethed: "I'm going to break his legs!"

Isabella Langley had sent over twenty texts, each one cursing Sophia Evans's entire lineage.

Vivian tapped into the trending page. The top hashtag screamed: #SophiaEvansSon. Right below it: #EthanRoscenteLoveChild and #SophiaEvansDreamsShattered.