Chapter 546

Sophia Sherwood Gets Fired

Sophia Sherwood strode into the corporate building in her high heels.

Dark circles shadowed her eyes from a sleepless night.

"The director wants to see you," her assistant whispered.

Sophia lifted her chin and adjusted her collar. She'd always been confident in her professional abilities.

Pushing open the office door, she found the director standing by the window with his back turned.

"Sit," he said, facing her with a grim expression.

Sophia settled gracefully into the chair, red lips curving. "Is this about my promotion?"

The director slid a document across the desk. "The company is eliminating the manager position."

Her smile froze.

"What do you mean?" Her nails dug into her palms.

"The severance package is generous." He avoided her gaze. "Effective today, you're no longer employed here."

"On what grounds?" Sophia shot to her feet. "I demand to see Ethan!"

Her hands trembled as the elevator ascended to the top floor.

Simon Eisner blocked the CEO's office door. "Mr. Roscente isn't available."

"Move!" Sophia's voice turned shrill. "This is Vivian Laurent's doing, isn't it?"

Security dragged her away, her heels screeching against the polished floors.

Outside the hospital, four black-suited bodyguards barred her path.

"Ms. Sherwood, please leave," the lead guard said impassively.

Sophia's grip on her purse strap turned white-knuckled, her manicure threatening to puncture the leather.

The realization hit her—she wasn't even worthy of an audience with Vivian.

Inside her office, Vivian Laurent reviewed medical charts.

A video call notification popped up, revealing Fiona Grandelle's beaming face.

"Dr. Laurent!" The girl spun excitedly. "Look at my face!"

Vivian set down her pen with a warm smile. Fiona's skin now appeared flawless, the horrific scars completely vanished.

"Excellent recovery," Vivian said gently. "Remember to apply the ointment regularly."

"I'm flying to Canada next week!" Fiona's eyes sparkled. "I want to thank you and Dr. Fairsprene in person."

After ending the call, Vivian massaged her temples.

She remained oblivious to Sophia Sherwood watching from the café across the street.

Sophia's glare burned through the hospital's glass doors as her coffee cup creaked ominously in her grip.

"Vivian Laurent..." She ground out the name between clenched teeth. "This isn't over."