Chapter 937

"Don't mention it. Emily and I are close friends. This is what I should do." Vivian Laurent smiled gently.

Emily Garnache grasped her hand. "How could I blame you? You only had mine and the baby's best interests at heart. Dr. Laurent, I'm truly grateful."

Vivian shook her head.

Saving two lives filled her with profound joy.

These past two days, Vivian had barely touched her meals, pushing food around her plate before giving up. Mia Lombardi watched with growing concern.

The man's threat hung over her like a guillotine.

She had to complete her mission quickly.

During breakfast, Mia mixed colorless, slow-acting poison into the congee. Only after seeing Vivian take several spoonfuls did her tense nerves relax slightly.

"Mia, is something wrong?" Vivian noticed her strange behavior.

"N-nothing." Mia waved her hands hastily. "I'm just happy to see you eating more today."

"Your cooking is excellent. I always enjoy your meals."

Mia lowered her head, unable to respond. She had indeed been planted as Vivian's personal chef, but guilt now consumed her.

In the following days, poison found its way into every meal.

Emily often dined with them too. With no choice, Mia poisoned both women.

......

After handling urgent business abroad, Ethan Roscente could no longer suppress his longing. He secretly flew back to the States.

The villa Simon Eisner purchased for him stood just blocks from Vivian's home.

He knew this behavior bordered on obsession, but proximity was the only comfort he allowed himself.

They both clearly still cared. Only one fragile layer remained between them.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to face her, choosing instead to watch over her from the shadows.

During a midday video conference, Ethan suddenly heard screams from next door.

"Vivian! What's wrong?"

He terminated the call immediately. "Proceed as planned!"

Before the words fully left his mouth, he was already sprinting toward the door.

Inside Vivian's villa, she clutched her abdomen after just a few bites of lunch.

Excruciating pain crashed over her like tidal waves. Cold sweat soaked through her blouse instantly.

"Vivian!" Emily threw down her chopsticks and rushed over. "Someone help! Call an ambulance!"

The house stood eerily empty. All staff had mysteriously vanished.

Upstairs, Mia trembled violently at the commotion. She clamped both hands over her mouth, too terrified to descend.

The poison must have taken effect.

Frantically, she packed her belongings, desperate to flee.

If discovered, the consequences would be unthinkable.