Chapter 719

"My throat hurts." Vivian frowned, her voice hoarse.

Ethan immediately stood to pour water.

His grip remained tight around her wrist as he handed her the thermos with perfectly warm water.

"Let go." She struggled slightly.

Ethan ignored her, unscrewing the cap one-handed and pressing the rim to her lips.

"No." His voice was strained. "Do you have any idea how terrified I was?"

The warm water soothed her throat, making her eyelids flutter in relief.

Ethan's gaze fixed on her pale lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The words "eight weeks pregnant" from her medical report echoed in his mind, tightening his chest.

"No more late nights." He bit back the urge to interrogate her.

Vivian arched a brow. "I'm a doctor."

"Doctors can't die from exhaustion?" His knuckles whitened around the cup. "Even gods need sleep."

She turned her face away.

Outside, the night was thick and dark. A sudden thought struck her. "Where's Theo?"

"In the ICU." Ethan's expression softened. "Thank you."

She scoffed lightly. "I did it for that 'pretty sister' comment."

"He prefers calling you 'Auntie.'" Ethan chuckled lowly.

"You taught him that?"

"Fate did." His tone turned serious. "The paternity results came back."

Vivian's breath hitched.

"Sophia isn't Theo's biological mother."

Though expected, the confirmation still sent a chill through her fingertips.

"Then his real mother..."

She thought of Theo's grape-like eyes—so unlike Sophia's viperous nature.