Chapter 942

"Don't worry about me. Your health comes first." Ethan Roscente's brow furrowed. "Tell me the truth."

"All test results are normal." Vivian Laurent smoothed her clothes. "The doctor said I can be discharged."

Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Really?"

"Why would I lie?"

"I'll confirm with the doctor." He turned to leave.

Vivian grabbed his arm. "I am the doctor. Who else would you ask? Let's go home."

"At least get some medication?"

"Do pregnant women take random drugs?" Vivian suddenly raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, when you drugged me last time, did you consider our baby?"

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed. "That was specially formulated. Harmless for pregnancy." His voice lowered. "That... was impulsive of me."

"Where's the car?" Vivian changed the subject.

"Outside."

"Let's go."

As Ethan reached the hospital entrance, he suddenly clutched his stomach. "Wait, I need the restroom."

He hurried back, heading straight for the doctor's office.

"What's really going on with Dr. Laurent?" he demanded.

The doctor hesitated. "Mr. Roscente, this—"

"I'm family."

"Dr. Laurent is the specialist here..."

Ethan's gaze darkened as he pulled out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen, pulling up Vivian's test results.

He immediately forwarded them to a specialist at Capital Hospital.

The reply came quickly: Signs of poisoning.

Ethan's pupils constricted. Clutching his phone, he turned and collided with a familiar figure.

"The restroom is that way?" Vivian stood with crossed arms.

"You're poisoned?" Ethan's voice tightened.

The air between them froze.

"Who told you?" Vivian pressed her lips together. She'd specifically instructed the doctor to keep it confidential.