Chapter 609

Wasn't Vivian Laurent a fashion designer? At Victoria Roscente's high tea party, she had proudly introduced herself as the founder of AN Atelier while playing Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No.3 flawlessly.

Now she was masquerading as a doctor?

Bianca Semona stood at the corridor corner, coldly observing Vivian discussing a case with a group of physicians in lab coats.

Her grip tightened around her purse strap before she turned sharply.

Even if Vivian had saved her father, she wouldn't feel grateful.

Annika Heilbronn trailed behind Bianca, lips curling into an amused smirk.

This drama kept getting more interesting.

Vivian had saved the person Bianca cherished most - while being the very woman Bianca despised.

She'd overheard their conversation outside the operating room.

The Semona family depended entirely on that patriarch. If their pillar collapsed...

Annika's eyes narrowed.

Making a postoperative patient disappear quietly would be child's play.

This time, not even the Pacific Ocean could wash Vivian clean.

......

Vivian had just removed her lab coat when Nathan Clementson's call came through.

"Free for your senior?"

"What's up?"

"An international oncology summit next week. We want you as keynote speaker."

His voice carried through the receiver. "Your research on targeted cancer therapy could inspire peers."

"Venue?"

"Seattle Convention Center. Details are in your inbox."

"Should I use my real name?"

"Obviously. Vivian Laurent carries more weight in medical circles than Dr. Luna ever could."

A soft chuckle. "I'll prepare proper slides then."

"Appreciate it."

"Since when do we stand on ceremony?" Vivian hung up, rubbing her stiff shoulders.

Dawn broke crisp and clear.

Vivian barely stepped through hospital doors before yesterday's attending physician intercepted her.

"Dr. Laurent! Emergency!"

"Breathe first."

"The postoperative patient... sudden deterioration!"

Vivian froze. "All vitals were stable during last night's rounds."

"Within an hour of ICU discharge this morning - multiple organ failure! Code Blue in progress!"

Her face paled as she sprinted toward the OR.

Never in her career had a procedure gone so catastrophically wrong.

By arrival, the monitor already showed a flatline.

Chief Wang removed his mask with a grim shake. "Time of death - 9:17 AM."

"How do we explain this to the family..."