Chapter 839

Vivian adjusted her collar in the mirror and texted Ethan Roscente: "Did you deliver the items?"

His reply popped up instantly: "Of course. I'd never neglect anything you ask of me."

A faint smile touched her lips as she slipped the phone into her bag.

Unbeknownst to her, Ethan watched from his car as her slender figure disappeared through the hospital doors.

"Simon, handle the delivery," Ethan ordered, his gaze never leaving her.

He knew exactly where she was headed.

The maternity ward's sign gleamed conspicuously under the sunlight.

Inside the ultrasound room, Vivian lay on the examination table, eyes fixed on the screen.

"The fetus is developing well," the doctor pointed at the image. "Significant growth since the last scan."

Vivian gently caressed her abdomen, warmth flickering in her eyes.

"Dr. Laurent, the father..." Dr. Yang hesitated.

Hospital rumors about the Roscente CEO and the renowned surgeon had reached her ears, yet Vivian always came alone.

"He's dead," Vivian stated calmly. "Just treat me as any other expectant mother. First names are fine."

Dr. Yang fumbled, nearly dropping the chart.

After the exam, Vivian left with her report.

Ten minutes later, the door swung open again.

Dr. Yang looked up, her pupils dilating. "M-Mr. Roscente?"

Ethan strode in, his tailored suit and commanding presence filling the room.

"My wife just had her prenatal checkup here," he said without preamble.

"W-Wife?" Her voice trembled.

"Vivian." His tone softened imperceptibly at her name.

Dr. Yang's pen clattered onto the desk.

Vivian's earlier words—"he's dead"—echoed in her mind as she stared at the very much alive CEO.

"I want to see the reports." His tone brooked no argument.

He needed to know everything about their child.

Before Vivian, fatherhood had never crossed his mind.

Now, he ached to witness every moment of this little life's journey.

His gaze lingered on the ultrasound image.

Their child.