Chapter 630

Ethan Roscente stood in the hospital lobby, his brow furrowed. He repeatedly questioned the front desk nurse about Vivian Laurent's whereabouts, only to receive polite but firm refusals.

Meanwhile, Vivian was in the obstetrics examination room. The doctor gently moved the ultrasound probe over her abdomen, revealing a tiny life growing healthily on the screen.

"The fetus is developing well. It's already sixteen weeks," the doctor said with a smile. "Make sure to focus on nutrition and rest."

Vivian's fingers instinctively brushed her lower abdomen. This was a secret she had to protect.

As the elevator doors opened, Vivian froze. Ethan stood just a few feet away, his piercing gaze locked onto her.

Her heart pounded. Why was he here? Had he discovered something?

She clutched her bag tightly against her chest, trying to conceal the slight swell of her stomach.

"Vivian!"

Ethan strode forward, blocking her path. His eyes swept over her, searching for answers.

"Are you unwell?" His voice was laced with concern.

Vivian forced calm into her tone. "Just a routine checkup."

"You lied about a business trip for a checkup?" Ethan took a step closer. "What's really going on?"

His breath brushed her face, carrying the familiar scent of his cologne. She turned away, unable to meet his eyes.

"I had stomach issues recently. Just getting it checked." She fabricated the excuse on the spot.

Ethan's expression darkened. He noticed how her hand hovered protectively over her abdomen—and the looser-than-usual clothing she wore.

"Show me the test results." He held out his hand.

Vivian retreated half a step. "There's nothing worth seeing. Just gastritis."

"Then why lie to me?" His voice dropped low. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You followed me?" She deflected, trying to shift the focus.

"I was concerned Bianca might be harassing you again." His gaze bore into hers. "But clearly, you're hiding something bigger."

Sweat dampened her palms. She needed to leave—now.

"Think whatever you want." She turned to go. "I have things to do."

Ethan seized her wrist. "We need to talk."

His grip wasn't harsh, but it was unyielding. Vivian knew she wouldn't escape so easily this time.