Chapter 706

Ethan Roscente's hands trembled violently.

"Sophia Evans stabbed Theo seven times." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition. "He's in emergency surgery now."

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they might bleed any second.

That madwoman didn't even spare her own son.

Theo was the last heir of the Roscente family, entrusted to him by his dying elder brother.

"Where is he?" Vivian Laurent stood up immediately.

She had just removed her surgical gown, strands of hair still damp with sweat clinging to her forehead.

"En route to ER." Ethan glanced at his watch. "But you've already worked sixteen hours straight."

Vivian had performed four major surgeries today.

The last one ended less than ten minutes ago.

"Prep OR One." She pressed the intercom without hesitation. "Alert blood bank and mobilize pediatric surgery team."

A flurry of confirmations crackled through the speaker.

"Theo's only five." Ethan punched the wall. "That bitch targeted vital organs."

Vivian rapidly scanned the incoming digital charts.

CT showed two abdominal penetrations and one cardiac graze.

"We have time." She secured her mask. "If there's still a heartbeat, I'll drag him back from death's door."

Sirens wailed in the distance.

The gurney wheels screeched against linoleum.

"Clear the way!"

Medics rushed through the doors with a blood-soaked stretcher.

Theo's pale face was smeared crimson.

The fruit knife still protruded from his abdomen, quivering with each shallow breath.

"BP 60 over 40!"

"HR 140 and climbing!"

"OR Two stat!" Vivian shed her coat while sprinting. "Prep ECMO now!"

Ethan was barred at the OR doors.

His distorted reflection glared from the glass.

"Dr. Laurent..." A nurse offered a fresh scrub suit. "Are you sure you should—"

Vivian already had gloves on.

"Page anesthesia." She strode into the theater without turning. "I want thoracotomy access in twenty."

Under the surgical lights, Theo's body looked heartbreakingly small.

Vivian took a steadying breath and raised her scalpel.

"Mark time."