Chapter 47

Ethan Roscente stood motionless, his lips curling into a cold smirk.

"As a doctor in this hospital, you must follow its rules. I brought Sophia Evans for consultation—you will see her."

Vivian Laurent continued writing in the medical chart without looking up.

"My examination room, my rules."

She snapped the chart shut with sharp finality, her gaze icy.

"Leave. Now."

A sudden cramp twisted Ethan's stomach, forcing him to retreat to the emergency room for IV fluids.

When he returned that afternoon, Vivian's office stood empty.

Inside the operating theater, tension hung thick.

"Five-story fall. Rebar through the chest. Multiple compound fractures."

Nathan Clementson briefed the team, handing Vivian the scans.

"Brain trauma too. Prognosis is grim."

Vivian scanned the CT images and snapped on gloves.

"Prep for thoracotomy."

On the table, her hands moved with blinding precision. Hemostats became extensions of her will, clamping each bleeding vessel with unerring accuracy.

"BP stabilizing!" a nurse exclaimed.

Four hours later, the operating lights dimmed.

The patient rolled out with steady vitals.

"Incredible!"

"Even Dr. Clementson couldn't have done better," staff murmured in the halls.

Chloe Ashcroft's friend whispered in her ear.

"See how Dr. Fairsprene looks at Vivian? Like she hung the moon."

Chloe's nails bit into her palms.

She stormed into Daniel Ashcroft's office.

"Uncle, Nathan's deliberately humiliating you!"

Daniel's expression darkened.

"That construction worker's surgery was rightfully yours!"

Chloe leaned closer, voice dropping.

"I know how to get Vivian expelled."

Daniel's eyes narrowed.

"How?"

A venomous smile spread across Chloe's face.

"Just watch the show."