Chapter 515

Ethan Roscente was about to speak.

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear Vivian tell you to leave?" Isabella Langley cut him off sharply.

She stood protectively beside Vivian Laurent, her eyes filled with hostility.

For the first time, Ethan felt utterly powerless.

He gave Vivian one last lingering look before turning away.

But he didn't go far.

Across from the hospital, Ethan emptied nearly every shelf at the pharmacy.

Bruise ointments, pain relief creams, circulation patches... Soon Vivian's desk was buried under piles of medical supplies.

...

"That infuriating man!" Isabella slammed her fist on the table. "He's just as bad as Felix Valdemar!"

"The most ridiculous part? He claimed the child wasn't his, but couldn't say whose it was when pressed."

Vivian gently patted her back. "Don't waste your energy on someone like that."

"I'm worried he'll keep harassing you."

"I can handle it." Vivian turned to Lucas Lefèvre. "Take her home to rest."

Lucas shook his head. "I'm not tired."

"That's a doctor's order." Vivian adopted her stern professional tone.

Before leaving, Isabella lowered her voice. "Keep an eye on that Liam Valdemar too."

"After all these years apart, who knows what kind of person he's become now."

Vivian nodded. "I'll be careful."

After seeing them off, Vivian returned to her office.

A wave of exhaustion suddenly hit her.

She yawned, deciding to spend the night at the hospital.

Opening her office door, she was greeted by mountains of medical supplies.

Picking up a random box, Vivian shook her head in disbelief.

"Did he buy out the entire pharmacy?"

She methodically organized the supplies before heading to the on-call room.

The hot shower eased her fatigue but couldn't wash away the drowsiness.

That night, she slept deeper than usual.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains when she finally stirred.

Rubbing her eyes, she checked the time—it was already morning.

"How did I sleep so long?"

After a quick freshening up, she walked drowsily to her office.

"Morning, Dr. Laurent," colleagues greeted her.

Checking the schedule, Vivian found no shifts assigned to her.

"Nathan?" She turned to Nathan Clementson in confusion.

"Injured doctors should rest," he said without looking up.

"I'm perfectly fine." Vivian flexed her arm. "Ryan, need an assistant?"

She winked at Ryan Fairsprene.