Chapter 731

Ethan Roscente watched Sophia Evans' performance with cold detachment, his eyes devoid of emotion.

He raised his hand in signal.

A black-clad man immediately stepped forward, plunging a sharp dagger into Sophia's arm.

"Ah—!" Her shrill scream echoed through the empty mansion.

Blood trailed down her pale arm, staining the floor crimson.

A cruel smirk curled Ethan's lips. He wanted this woman to suffer—unable to live, unable to die.

"Just the first cut," he said coolly.

Sophia trembled violently, her back drenched in cold sweat.

The second blade sank into her thigh without hesitation.

"Ah!" Her legs gave way, sending her crashing to her knees.

Her once-delicate face twisted grotesquely, like crumpled paper.

"Kill me! Please, kill me!" she shrieked hysterically.

Ethan looked down at her, his gaze icy.

"Death would be too merciful."

The memory of Theo covered in blood flashed through his mind, hardening his expression.

One stab. Two. Three...

Sophia's screams gradually weakened until she collapsed unconscious.

"Take her away," Ethan ordered with disgust, turning his back.

The black-clad man dragged her out like a lifeless dog.

Silence reclaimed the mansion as if nothing had happened.

Ethan stood by the window, watching the sunlight outside.

Suddenly, he longed to see Vivian.

At the hospital, Vivian was making her rounds.

A loose strand of hair fell near her ear as she jotted down notes.

Ethan lingered at the end of the hallway, his gaze softening.

She was beautiful when focused.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow around her.

Unconsciously, his lips curved into a smile.

He remembered the ultrasound image he'd seen that day.

That tiny life, growing inside her.

He ached to rush over and gently touch her belly.

But he held back.

He wanted to hear her say it first.

"Just a little longer," Ethan murmured to himself.

Soon, he'd hear those words from her lips:

"I'm pregnant."