Chapter 777

Vivian stood at Zoe's doorstep, her fingertips turning cold.

"I'll find the real mastermind." She met Zoe's gaze directly. "But until then, you need to stop. Continuing will only hurt yourself and others."

Zoe leaned against the doorframe, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt.

"I've looked into your records." Vivian softened her voice. "Your father was the chief of surgery at Mercy Hospital. Your mother was a pediatrician. You grew up volunteering at the Red Cross—over two thousand hours of service."

Zoe's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Someone like you... why would you help them hurt people?" Vivian took a step forward. "Just tell me who's behind this, and I'll let the impersonation of Dr. Luna slide."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Zoe jerked her head up, panic flashing in her eyes. "Leave now, or I'll call the police."

Ethan moved protectively beside Vivian. Her baby bump was clearly visible now—she couldn't afford any risks.

"Zoe." Vivian suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Look me in the eye and tell me your conscience is clear."

"Let go!" Zoe struggled violently. "This is unlawful restraint!"

Ethan's gaze turned icy. "Two choices. You walk out on your own, or I make you walk."

"Where are you taking me?" Zoe's voice trembled.

"The hospital." Vivian released her. "To see the little girl in the ICU because of you."

Zoe's face drained of color.

"No... I'm not going!" She staggered back. "This has nothing to do with me—"

Vivian studied her for a long moment before turning abruptly.

"Let's go."

Ethan arched a brow as he followed her into the elevator. "Got a plan?"

"You know me so well?" Vivian smirked.

"You never leave things half-done."

In the car, Vivian pulled up the hospital surveillance feed. The screen showed a small girl hooked to tubes, crying hysterically. She flipped open her laptop, fingers flying across the keys.

Zoe's phone suddenly lit up, the live feed forcing its way onto her screen. The child's heart-wrenching sobs blared from the speakers.