Chapter 460

Ethan Roscente's icy gaze swept over the foreman.

His eyes were sharp as blades.

Beads of sweat formed on the foreman's forehead as he kept his head bowed.

Every construction crew had signed agreements prohibiting workers who failed medical exams. This heart patient slipping through was a clear oversight.

If an accident occurred, both the Roscente and Roland corporations would be held accountable.

Public sentiment toward capitalists was already volatile. A safety incident like this could trigger an uproar.

Sophia Lowell clenched her fists, grateful Ethan was present.

Zachary Evans swiftly retrieved the first aid kit.

Ethan unfastened the worker's collar, his long fingers checking the carotid pulse. He leaned close to listen before applying precise pressure to specific points.

When the man remained unconscious, Ethan dropped to his knees without hesitation and began CPR.

His strong hands pressed rhythmically against the worker's chest.

After several compressions, he bent down to administer rescue breaths.

Sweat dripped from his tense jawline.

The overhead lights cast a halo around him, divine in that moment.

Sophia gently touched her slightly rounded belly, whispering in her heart: "That's your father, little one."

A faint flutter answered beneath her palm.

Her eyes widened. "Baby?"

Another distinct kick followed.

Tears welled instantly.

For the first time, she truly felt the miracle of life.

Nearby, Ethan continued his desperate efforts. His shirt clung to him with sweat as the crowd watched breathlessly.

"Keep going," Sophia mouthed silently.

Ethan suddenly looked up.

Their eyes met—electricity crackled between them.

New life stirred in her womb while he wrestled with death.

Sirens shattered the tension.

As the worker was loaded onto the stretcher, his wife kowtowed. "Our savior!"

Ethan sidestepped the gesture. "Just doing my duty."

He turned toward the restroom, his posture unwavering.

"Mr. Roscente hasn't fought this hard to save someone in years," Zachary murmured. "And he's severely germaphobic."

Sophia watched his retreating figure. "He would've made an excellent doctor."

"Of course," Zachary said proudly. "He was wielding scalpels at sixteen—the youngest surgeon ever at Mass General."

The sound of running water echoed from the restroom.

Ethan was scrubbing his mouth raw, his knuckles bone-white.