Chapter 611

Vivian Laurent tapped her fingers lightly on the desk. Something felt off—the patient's condition had deteriorated too rapidly. It defied medical logic.

She decided to re-examine the case. The body still lay in the operating room. With the dean overwhelmed, she had to investigate personally.

Vivian rose and headed toward the ICU. She needed all the patient's pre-operative data, cross-referenced with the general ward records. Perhaps a clue lay hidden there.

The moment she pushed open the door, shrill screams assaulted her ears.

"Vivian Laurent! Come out here!"

"You murderer! You killed my father and now you're hiding? Face me like a real doctor!"

Bianca Semona rampaged through the hallway like a deranged woman. Medical staff and security surrounded her but hesitated to restrain her forcefully.

"Don't touch me! I'll call the police!" Bianca flailed wildly. "Make Vivian show herself! Is she guilty? Everyone should know this hospital employs killers!"

An older doctor attempted to intervene. "Please calm down. This is a hospital—"

"My father is dead! How can I calm down?" Bianca shoved him aside. "Would you stay calm if it were your father?"

Vivian approached, brow furrowed. She recognized that face—Victoria Roscente's friend. Their last encounter had ended badly.

So this was the heart patient's daughter.

"Finally decided to show yourself?" Bianca's eyes burned with fury.

Vivian remained composed. "You demanded I come out."

"You killed him! You're a butcher!"

"The surgery was successful," Vivian stated evenly. "His decline had another cause. Request a medical review. If I'm at fault, I won't deny responsibility. But if this is slander—"

"Stop pretending!" Bianca cut her off. "You did this deliberately!"

Vivian met her gaze. "I didn't even know he was your father."

Only now did the pieces connect. She'd merely been the surgeon—post-op care fell to cardiology.

"We have history," Bianca hissed through clenched teeth. "But you killed my father. That's fact. I'll prove it and make you pay."