Chapter 902

Vivian's stomach had long gone numb. Only when she tasted the food did hunger awaken within her again.

She hastily ate a few bites before rushing to the ICU.

The horrific car accident had been caused by a sociopathic driver seeking revenge. The man had deliberately run a red light, plowing through pedestrians on the crosswalk and even backing up to run them over again.

Some victims died instantly. Most survivors were in critical condition, requiring intensive monitoring. Vivian needed to personally check on each patient.

Ethan watched her bustling figure with a pang in his chest. Their final day together slipped away amidst the sterile hospital smells. Her attention remained fixed on her patients, as if she'd already forgotten his existence.

At midnight, Vivian was still working in the ICU.

Their agreement had expired, yet Ethan's feet seemed rooted to the ground, unwilling to leave.

At 1 AM, Vivian finally pushed through the doors, her face as pale as paper.

"Vivian." His voice was soft.

She looked up. "Why are you still here?"

"Worried about you. Are you done? Let me drive you home."

"I'm on night shift. Dr. Clementson is short-staffed." She shook her head. "You should rest."

"I'll stay with you."

"How would that help?" Her tone turned cool. "Go sleep in the lounge. Don't get in the way."

Ethan took two steps back, his Adam's apple bobbing. He knew it was time to let go.

"Alright." The word came out strained. "Take care of yourself."

"Goodbye, Vivian."

As he turned, the hallway lights cast his silhouette in stark loneliness. Vivian's fingers trembled slightly, the urge to call him back rising in her throat.

But the lounge sofa couldn't possibly fit two people. Why make him suffer through that?

In the end, she simply watched until he disappeared down the corridor.

Exhaustion crashed over her like a tide, yet sleep eluded Vivian. Though she'd been struggling to keep her eyes open earlier, now she felt unnervingly alert.

Strange. Only two nights sharing a bed with Ethan, and already she couldn't sleep without his warmth. She needed to readjust to solitude quickly.

Yesterday should have been their final day together, yet work had consumed every moment. Ethan must have been so disappointed.

If they'd lasted six days, what was one more? A full week sounded more complete somehow.

Vivian pulled out her phone and made several late-night calls.

At dawn, Ethan's phone rang unexpectedly.

"Vivian?" His voice shook with surprise. He'd thought last night's farewell was their ending, never expecting to hear from her again.

"Are you free?"

"Of course!"

"Come pick me up at the hospital." She paused. "Be my driver for one more day."

"I'll be right there."

Gripping the steering wheel, Ethan assumed this time he'd truly be taking her to the airport—their final goodbye.