Chapter 792

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains.

Vivian Laurent finished her breakfast leisurely and grabbed her bag.

Ethan Roscente waited by the foyer, brows furrowed. "I'll drive you to the hospital."

"No need." She shook her head. "Special arrangements today."

She had already asked Isabella Langley to impersonate her at the clinic.

Isabella sat in the hospital office, carefully replicating Vivian's features in the mirror.

"Leave it to me." She flashed an OK sign. "No one will know the difference."

Vivian inspected the makeup and nodded in approval.

"If anyone asks, say I'm in surgery." She adjusted her scarf. "Dr. Wang has been notified."

Ethan gripped her wrist. "It's too dangerous."

"I'll be careful." She gently pulled free.

Applying a quick disguise, she slipped out among the patients with a mask and cap.

The streets bustled with activity.

Vivian scanned her surroundings, ensuring no suspicious figures followed.

Her intel confirmed Madeline Delmonico visited this luxury spa every Wednesday.

Changing into staff attire, she entered with her cap pulled low.

"You're new?" Madeline emerged in a robe, eyeing her skeptically. "I requested Xiao Wang."

Vivian removed her mask. "Mrs. Delmonico, I'm Vivian Laurent."

"Dr. Luna?" Madeline paled. "Impossible! Zoe Chamberlain is Night!"

"Zoe's a fraud." Vivian held her gaze. "She stole my identity."

Madeline staggered back. "Lies! She cured my migraines!"

"Migraines have varied causes." Vivian remained calm. "Symptom relief doesn't make her a miracle worker."

"Then how?" Madeline clutched her robe, fingers trembling. "No other doctors helped!"

Vivian noted the unnatural twitch. "Have you become dependent on certain medication recently?"

Madeline's face froze.

"Let me examine you." Vivian stepped forward.

"Get out!" Madeline shrieked. "Security! An imposter!"

Footsteps pounded down the hallway.

Vivian slipped a note into Madeline's pocket. "My contact details."

She ducked into the adjacent room as guards stormed in.

Through the door crack, she watched Madeline's hand drift to her pocket—but the note stayed hidden.