Chapter 688

"What's so funny?" Vivian turned her head toward the driver's seat.

Ethan's lips kept twitching upward despite his efforts to suppress them. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel.

"Not laughing." He feigned seriousness, tightening his jawline, but amusement still danced in his eyes.

Vivian didn't bother pressing further and returned to scrolling through her phone.

Messages from Fiona Grandelle popped up one after another, each laced with anxiety. Vivian's fingers flew across the screen: "The surgical plan is still being optimized. It's too early to discuss success rates."

"But my mother insists on keeping this baby," Fiona replied instantly. "Vivian, I'm terrified."

The "typing" indicator flickered for a long moment before a single message appeared: "I just want my mother to be safe."

That girl was always like this. Vivian pictured Fiona's doe-like eyes—always hiding her worries behind a facade of maturity.

"Get some rest. See you tomorrow." She sent the final message.

Outside the window, scenery blurred past as Vivian's eyelids grew heavy. Pregnancy had made her perpetually drowsy, even right after waking.

"We're here."

Ethan's voice reached her through the haze. She tried to respond but couldn't form words. The familiar scent of cedar enveloped her as she felt herself being lifted effortlessly.

When she opened her eyes, she was suspended midair.

"Put me down!" Vivian jolted awake, her fingers instinctively clutching Ethan's collar.

His arms didn't budge. "You were out cold." His breath brushed her ear. "The airport's crowded. This is faster."