Chapter 51

Ethan's Injury

The hospital corridor lights glared harshly.

Vivian squinted at the man claiming to be a patient's relative. His tailored suit couldn't hide the panic in his eyes.

"My brother's death wasn't the hospital's fault?" The man suddenly raised his voice. "You doctors always shift blame!"

Vivian's lips curled coldly.

Her slender fingers tapped the medical chart. "Surveillance shows you were the only one in the ICU last night."

The man's face drained of color.

"Lies!" He yanked a switchblade from his pocket. "Die!"

Steel flashed.

Vivian braced to counterattack when strong arms yanked her against a solid chest.

A pained grunt sounded in her ear.

Warm liquid splattered her hand.

"Ethan?" She looked up into his furrowed brow.

His dark suit sleeve gaped open. Blood dripped onto the tiles like blooming crimson flowers.

"Are you insane?" She shoved away from him. "I had it handled!"

Ethan pressed a hand to his wound, smirking. "This is your gratitude?"

Footsteps pounded down the hallway.

Security swarmed, pinning the attacker facedown.

Vivian crouched beside the restrained man. "Know who he is?" She pointed at Ethan. "The head of Roscente Group."

The man's pupils constricted.

"Two choices." Her voice turned glacial. "Rot in prison, or—"

"I'll talk!" The man screamed. "Someone paid me to tamper with the oxygen machine!"

Sirens wailed in the distance.

Ethan examined his blood-soaked sleeve, then shook his head at Vivian taking statements.

This woman even dared to exploit his reputation.