Chapter 666

Vivian Laurent spent three days at the Alpine Resort without even stepping into the hot springs once.

Emily Garnache and Fiona Grandelle had the time of their lives, posting daily updates on social media.

Isabella Langley pushed open the door to find Vivian curled up on the sofa, lost in thought. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze distant.

"Looks like Ethan Roscente took good care of you?" Isabella smirked knowingly.

"Shut up!" Vivian grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at her.

Isabella caught it effortlessly. "Look at you—like a well-fed cat. Seems like the CEO's skills suit your taste?"

Vivian turned away. "It was just mutual convenience."

"And this?" Isabella's eyes dropped to the slight swell of Vivian's abdomen.

Vivian instinctively covered her stomach. "I'll be leaving the country in two months. By then—"

"By then, Ethan will tear the world apart looking for you," Isabella cut in. "Just like three years ago."

The room fell silent.

Vivian clenched the fabric of her shirt. Three years ago, she'd vanished without a trace—not even her organization could find her.

"Viv," Isabella leaned closer suddenly. "You don’t actually want to run, do you?"

Vivian's lashes trembled faintly.

"You can’t let him go." Isabella struck true. "You're in love with Ethan Roscente."

The words sliced through Vivian's carefully constructed façade like a blade.

On the drive back, Liam Valdemar had already slipped away without a word. Vivian stared blankly at the passing scenery, her chest hollow.

At the hospital, Fiona became the most popular visitor. She brought exquisite pastries for the staff daily, though her eyes always trailed after Ryan Fairsprene.

"Does Dr. Fairsprene hate me?" Fiona slumped over Vivian's desk, golden hair spilling across the surface.

Vivian didn’t look up from her chart. "If he hated you, you’d have been kicked out by now."

"But he keeps avoiding me..." Fiona pouted.

Vivian finally set down her pen. The girl’s feelings were painfully transparent.

"Are you sure you’re just here to keep me company?" Vivian arched a brow.

Fiona’s face burned crimson.

"I—I didn’t—"

"Then why care about his attitude?" Vivian delivered the killing blow. "Fiona, you’re lying to yourself."

The blonde opened her mouth, but no rebuttal came.