Chapter 776

"Call the police? Perfect. Let them decide who belongs behind bars."

Vivian Laurent's icy gaze locked onto Zoe Chamberlain. "That car crash today—you expect me to believe you had nothing to do with it?"

"Lies!" Zoe spat.

That had been the other woman's scheme. What did it have to do with her?

"What's your game, impersonating Dr. Luna?" Vivian advanced, her voice razor-sharp. "You can fool others, but not yourself. Who's pulling your strings? Talk, and I'll guarantee your safety."

Zoe's teeth sank into her lower lip.

She wouldn't take that risk.

The woman who looked identical to Vivian was a psychopath, a remorseless killer. Zoe wanted to live.

Vivian's promises? Worthless. If she died, Vivian wouldn't even find her body.

Not to mention her entire family's lives were in that woman's hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Zoe sneered. "If anyone's the fraud here, it's you. Those people died because of you!"

So it was true.

Vivian's pupils contracted. Someone had orchestrated that crash to stop her from reaching the hospital.

Rage burned through her veins.

"Do you know how many lives were lost?" Vivian's voice trembled. "A little girl—today was her birthday. Now her parents are corpses!"

"She's seven! Right now, she's clutching their bloodstained clothes, sobbing until she passes out!"

"Zoe, you're a doctor!" Vivian slammed her palm on the table. "Did you feed your Hippocratic Oath to the dogs?"

Zoe's face drained of color.

Her grandfather's wrinkled hand brushing her hair flashed in her mind. "Yue'er, doctors save lives..."

But now she couldn't even save herself.

"Not my problem," Zoe suddenly grinned, her expression twisted. "Go ahead. Call the cops. See if they arrest me."

Her nails dug into her palms.

"If you're so noble, Vivian, why don't you stop every tragedy in the world?"