Chapter 800

Ethan Roscente held Theo Evans' hand as they stepped out of the office, heading to complete the hospitalization paperwork.

Felix Valdemar quickly followed. "I'm coming too."

The office door swung open to reveal a tall figure raising his hand to knock.

Their gazes locked, freezing the air between them.

"Mr. Valdemar. Business?" Ethan's voice cut through the tension like ice.

Liam Valdemar—known publicly as Liam Valdemar—stood at the threshold. His eyes lingered on Ethan's face, a flicker of lethal intent passing through them. If Vivian Laurent hadn't protected this man, he would've eliminated him long ago.

"I'm here for Vivian." Liam's tone matched the arctic temperature of the room. "None of your concern."

Ethan silently thanked the stars that Isabella Langley had already left. Liam knew Vivian too well—he'd see through any imposter instantly.

"She's in surgery." Ethan kept his expression neutral. "It'll take hours."

Liam's stare sharpened. "I came for her. Not you."

Felix couldn't stay silent. "She's not here. Waiting won't change that."

Liam's gaze shifted, the weight of it pressing against Felix like a physical force. The younger man shivered—those eyes held the same deadly calm as Ethan's.

"I'll wait." Liam didn't budge.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Suit yourself."

His instincts screamed at the timing of Liam's appearance. This man always had ulterior motives—caution was necessary.

Leading Theo away, Ethan felt Liam stride past them into the office.

While processing the admission forms, Ethan swiftly texted Vivian: "Liam's here. Be careful."

Her reply came fast: "Surgery went well."

His jaw tightened as he typed: "Stay safe."

He knew Vivian too well—six months pregnant yet still charging into danger, keeping his nerves perpetually frayed.

On the other end, Vivian allowed herself a small smile. Pocketing her phone, she quickened her pace back to the hospital.

Her meeting with the informant had yielded crucial intel: Zoe Chamberlain was drugging patients, but the mastermind remained elusive.

Vivian arrived just as Nathan Clementson's surgery concluded. She slipped in unnoticed before making her presence known.

"Isabella," she murmured, "Liam's here. Need you to play along again."

"Easy enough." Isabella grinned. "Let me change first."

After Isabella left, Vivian turned to Nathan. "Thanks for covering, Nathan."

His brow furrowed with concern. "Find anything? What's that impersonator after?"

Vivian shook her head. "Motive's unclear. But she's been feeding patients morphine long-term. Vile methods."