Chapter 925

"Don't play the savior." Ethan Roscente's voice was low and firm. "Doctors are mortals, not gods."

Vivian Laurent's fingers curled slightly as she stared blankly toward the hospital room.

"What if..." she suddenly spoke, "the Queen's child doesn't survive?"

Ethan's arm instantly tightened around her, pulling her fully into his embrace.

"So what?" His tone carried unshakable conviction. "You've given everything you have."

His chin rested against her hair, his breaths filled with the faint antiseptic scent clinging to her.

"If anyone dares trouble you," Ethan's knuckles brushed her cheek lightly, "even the King himself won't escape my wrath."

Vivian chuckled softly. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Going mad for you is worth it." His voice turned gravelly. "Vivian, try trusting me just once."

She fell silent as exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed her.

Unconsciously, Vivian leaned against his shoulder and drifted asleep. Ethan's arms became a custom-made harbor, allowing her rare moment of relaxation.

Ethan froze, afraid the slightest movement might disturb her peaceful slumber.

When Fiona Grandelle pushed the door open, this was the scene that greeted her.

"Vivian—" Her voice was instantly silenced by the man's razor-sharp glare.

"Let her sleep." Ethan's whisper was barely audible.

Fiona studied the heavily disguised stranger warily. "Who are you?"

Ethan's lips curled coldly. "Tell your parents to keep their schemes away from Vivian." Danger laced his words. "Or I won't hesitate to replace Eudora's monarch."

Fiona's eyes widened in sudden recognition of the voice's owner.