Chapter 564

Vivian's fingers trembled slightly as she whispered, barely audible: "Ethan Roscente..."

"What?" Isabella Langley shot up from her chair, the legs scraping harshly against the floor.

She couldn't believe her ears.

The father could have been anyone—anyone but Ethan Roscente!

"Viv, didn't you two already get divorced? What happened? Did he force you?" Isabella stomped her foot anxiously. She knew Vivian too well—she wasn't the type to act recklessly.

"It wasn't forced." Vivian lowered her lashes. "Just a drunken moment of weakness. Mutual need, nothing more."

"I took the pill, but... I never thought this would happen."

Isabella's temples throbbed as she listened to the full story.

"Does Ethan know?"

"No." Vivian shook her head. "And he doesn't need to."

She knew that man all too well. If he found out, chaos would follow.

"Men are all the same!" Isabella gritted her teeth. "Only caring about their own pleasure, never the consequences!"

Her anger burned hotter, itching to storm over and confront Ethan right then.

"So what are you going to do?" She took a deep breath. "This baby..."

Vivian's fingers twisted the edge of the blanket absently. "I haven't decided yet."

With her recent workload, she hadn't had time to even process the situation.

"Whatever you choose, I'm with you." Isabella squeezed her hand. "If you want to terminate, I'll go with you to the hospital. If you keep it, I'll be the godmother."

"Worst case, we can make Lucas the father on paper. If he dares refuse, I'll break his legs myself!"

Vivian chuckled. "That's practically coercion."

"So what?" Isabella lifted her chin. "Between all of us, we can definitely raise one child."

Warmth bloomed in Vivian's chest. In times like this, sisterhood was the most reliable thing.

"I need more time to think," she murmured. "Don't tell anyone yet—not even Lucas."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Isabella patted her chest. "Get some rest."

Exhaustion crashed over Vivian, her eyelids growing heavy.

"Bella, I'm going to sleep for a bit."

"Go ahead. I'll stay right here."

Vivian drifted off quickly. In her dreams, a small, blurry figure appeared, its tiny voice whispering, "Mommy... don't you want me?"