Chapter 610

Vivian Laurent stared blankly at the flatline on the ECG monitor beneath the surgical lights.

That heart had been beating strongly in the chest cavity just yesterday.

The surgery had been textbook perfect.

"Time of death, 9:17 AM," the nurse announced softly.

Vivian pressed her fingers against the patient's cold carotid artery. No pulse.

"All post-op vitals were normal. Why the sudden deterioration?" Her hands trembled slightly as she flipped through the medical chart.

Chief Wang removed his glasses and rubbed his temples. "I'll notify the family."

He'd known the Semonas for over a decade. Never imagined this would be how it ended.

"File a police report first." Vivian closed the file. "The family might react... strongly."

The antiseptic smell in the hallway suddenly felt suffocating.

Vivian leaned back in her office chair, gaze fixed on the anatomical diagram across the wall.

Her scalpel had avoided every critical zone with precision.

Where had she gone wrong?

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"Dad—!"

Bianca Semona's scream shattered the ER's quiet.

Mrs. Semona collapsed onto a hallway bench.

"Mom! Somebody help!" Bianca cradled her mother's limp body, tears splashing onto the ashen face.

The resuscitation room lights flickered on.

Bianca slid down the wall, nails digging into her palms.

Yesterday the doctors said the surgery was successful.

Why couldn't she even say goodbye?

"We need time to determine the cause of death," the attending physician offered tissues.

Bianca slapped them away. "Time? My father had time to wait?"

She grabbed the doctor's lab coat. "It was Vivian, wasn't it? She killed him on purpose!"

"Dr. Laurent followed protocol—"

"Bullshit!" Bianca's shriek echoed down the corridor. "This was revenge!"

The nurses' station phone crashed to the floor.

"I'm calling the police! You're all murderers!" Her trembling fingers dialed 911. "None of you are getting away with this!"

A resident tried restraining her. "Please calm down—"

Bianca shoved him aside and sprinted toward the elevators.

The metal doors reflected her distorted silhouette.