Chapter 510

"No." Vivian Laurent tried to pull her hand away forcefully.

Ethan Roscente didn't dare grip too tight, afraid of hurting her.

"That wound is obvious. You need to see a doctor." Ethan's brows furrowed deeply.

Theo had mentioned Vivian wasn't feeling well. Now seeing the injury on her hand with his own eyes, Ethan's chest tightened painfully.

"I am a doctor." Vivian said coldly. "Don't cause trouble in my hospital."

"I'm not causing trouble." Ethan's voice lowered. "You should at least take care of yourself."

His intense gaze burned into Vivian, concern unmistakable in his eyes.

Theo had been running to the hospital constantly these past two days. Ethan naturally knew Vivian wasn't here.

He'd assumed she was with Dominic Atlante—but Dominic was clearly still in New York.

"Where I go is none of your business. Ex-husband." Vivian deliberately emphasized the last word.

Ethan's chest constricted. "Vivian, we need to talk."

"Busy." She pushed past him. "Move."

"You're injured and still working?" Ethan blocked her path. "Can't the hospital function without you for one day?"

"Ethan Roscente!" Impatience laced Vivian's tone.

"I just want to know where you're hurt." His voice softened.

"Just a pulled muscle from working out." She dismissed casually.

"Medicine then. I'll get it." Ethan turned to leave.

Vivian calculated using this chance to slip away.

Ethan suddenly stopped. "I'll have someone deliver it."

Vivian gritted her teeth.

Why wouldn't this man leave her alone?

The past she'd worked so hard to forget kept getting stirred up by him again and again.

"Vivian!" Isabella Langley appeared at the doorway suddenly. "He's awake."

"Really?"

Vivian shoved Ethan aside and hurried after her.

Ethan stood frozen.

Who had woken up?

Who could make Vivian rush off like this?

Dominic was perfectly fine.

He followed quickly but found himself locked outside the hospital room.

Through the glass, he saw Vivian leaning over the patient's bed.

The focused expression on her face—he'd never seen it before.

A sour ache spread through Ethan's chest.

She was injured herself, yet her first priority was someone else.

If he were the one lying in that hospital bed, would Vivian even glance his way?

She'd probably stab him instead.