Chapter 563

Vivian clutched the medical report and prescription bag tightly as she strode out of the hospital entrance.

Isabella paced anxiously in the apartment, her phone screen flickering between light and dark. She dialed Vivian's number for the third time—still no answer.

The sound of the door unlocking made her head snap up.

"Vivian!" Isabella rushed forward and gripped her shoulders, scanning her up and down. "Your flight landed three hours ago. Where have you been?"

Her gaze dropped to the hospital bag in Vivian's hand. Her pupils constricted.

"Are you hurt?" Her voice rose sharply. "I told you this mission was too dangerous! From now on, you're resting at home. No exceptions!"

Vivian suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace, burying her face against Isabella's shoulder.

"Thank God I have you."

"Damn right!" Isabella patted her back. "Let's go upstairs. By the way, what was it you wanted to tell me last time? And Ethan came looking for you. Did you two—"

"It's nothing." Vivian released her and headed upstairs. "He figured out my identity."

Isabella followed. "So what if he did? It's not like he'd dare expose you—what were you doing at the hospital?"

The bedroom door clicked shut. Vivian turned around. Her pale complexion made Isabella's heart lurch.

"Don't tell me it's..." Isabella's voice trembled. "Terminal?"

Vivian's nails dug into her palms.

"I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant? Well that's not so ba—" Isabella froze mid-sentence, eyes widening. "What did you just say?!"

Vivian clamped a hand over her mouth. "Keep your voice down."

Isabella pried her fingers away, whispering harshly, "Since when? Who's the father?"

Her mind raced. The men in Vivian's life could be counted on one hand. The only one who could possibly...

"Is it Ethan Roscente?"