Chapter 459

Sophia and Vincent exchanged a glance before quickly following Ethan Roscente.

The cafeteria was in chaos.

A middle-aged man covered in rust lay convulsing on the floor, his face turning blue. Three or four coworkers hovered around him, shouting his name in panic.

"Daniel!"

"Wake up!"

"Don't scare us like this!"

The man's eyes suddenly flew open. His fingers curled into claws as his entire body jerked violently. A woman in the same work uniform collapsed beside him, wailing uncontrollably.

Workers dropped their utensils and backed away in fear.

A foreman rushed forward. "Call an ambulance!"

"Already did!" someone yelled.

Sophia clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.

"Sophia."

Ethan's voice brushed her ear.

She snapped out of it, meeting his dark gaze.

"Want me to save him?" His fingers closed around her wrist, firm but not painful.

"Save him," she answered without hesitation.

His cool fingertips grazed her cheek as his lips curved. "Don't regret this."

Before she could react, his cold lips pressed against hers. Then he released her and strode toward the crowd.

Sophia stood frozen, fingers touching her tingling lips.

The foreman was trying to lift the patient when Ethan barked, "Don't move him!"

"Mr. Roscente?" The foreman jerked back.

Ethan knelt beside the man, pressing two fingers to his neck. His brow furrowed. "Zachary, the med kit."

Sophia watched from a distance.

The polished businessman had vanished. In his place was a composed physician radiating quiet authority. This version of him was impossible to look away from.

The crowd parted automatically.

"Family?" Ethan glanced at the sobbing woman.

"My...my husband," she choked out.

"History of heart disease?"

"Since childhood, but it hasn't flared in decades..." Her words tumbled out. "He just collapsed while eating..."

Ethan had already loosened the man's collar, expertly checking his pupils and pulse. Every command he issued was crisp and reassuring, carrying an almost hypnotic calm.