Chapter 670

Morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains.

Vivian Laurent opened her eyes to find Fiona Grandelle seated at the vanity.

The face reflected in the mirror was familiar, but the eyes held an unsettling strangeness.

Those eyes brimmed with mockery and sharp edges.

"Killer," Vivian blurted out.

Killer turned, lips curling in amusement. "Good memory."

The voice was the same, yet carried an entirely different aura.

Every syllable cut like a blade.

"Fiona, she..." Vivian trailed off.

This was Fiona's alternate personality.

Whenever the primary persona became overwhelmed, Killer emerged with ruthless dominance.

Vivian had assumed Fiona's dual identity would vanish once her scars healed.

"That coward?" Killer scoffed. "Cries over a confession like trash."

"Don't talk about her like that." Vivian clenched the bedsheet.

Killer rose, looking down at her. "I'm seeing that doctor today."

"Ryan Fairsprene will notice," Vivian warned.

Killer narrowed her eyes. "Cover for me."

When Vivian hesitated, Killer leaned in closer. "If I don't return, this body becomes mine."

The words sent a chill through Vivian.

She understood the implication.

"Fine." Vivian finally relented. "But no reckless moves."

In the hospital corridor, nurses greeted them warmly.

"Dr. Fairsprene, your girlfriend's here!"

Before Ryan could explain, Killer cut in with challenge lacing her voice.

"Aren't you going to pour your girlfriend some water, Dr. Fairsprene?"