Chapter 48

Vivian Ashcroft rolled up her sleeves, ready to charge forward, but Sophia Lowell grabbed her arm.

"It wasn't him," Sophia whispered weakly, shaking her head. "It was Daniel Clementson."

"Daniel Clementson?" Vivian's eyes widened.

Sophia motioned for Ethan Roscente to set her down. The man’s brow furrowed, but his movements were gentle as he placed her on the hospital bed.

"I ran into Daniel on the way. He attacked me," Sophia rasped.

Vivian immediately rushed to examine her injuries, gasping. "Oh my god! Your neck—" She suddenly lowered her voice. "And you're still—"

"Vivian!" Sophia cut her off sharply.

Vivian clamped her mouth shut, shooting a guilty glance at Ethan.

The man noticed the odd exchange but didn’t press further, turning to call for a doctor.

The moment the door closed, Vivian leaned in. "So Ethan played the hero?"

"He stopped Daniel," Sophia confirmed.

Vivian scoffed. "Probably just worried about a death in his own hospital."

Sophia was about to agree when realization struck. "His hospital?"

"Yeah, I just looked it up," Vivian whispered. "This private hospital is his personal asset. Not connected to the Roscente family."

Sophia’s face paled. "This is bad. He’ll find out about the pregnancy easily."

"Oh no, oh no." Vivian wrung her hands. "If he finds out, he’ll force you to terminate it."

They locked eyes, fear mirrored in each other’s gazes.

"Thank god the maternity ward was full last night," Vivian said with a shudder. "If you’d been admitted there, we’d be screwed."

Sophia clenched the sheets, then suddenly beckoned Vivian closer.

Meanwhile, after summoning the doctor, Ethan headed straight for the psychiatric ward.

At the end of the hallway, Daniel’s hysterical screams echoed.

Inside the room, chaos reigned. Medical staff struggled to restrain the thrashing patient, but Daniel fought wildly, making it impossible to administer a second sedative.

"Let me."

Ethan’s voice brought everything to a halt.

He calmly pulled on gloves and took the syringe from a nurse. His long fingers depressed the plunger with elegant precision.

Only then did the staff remember the rumors about the Roscente heir—a medical doctorate at sixteen, the youngest surgeon at Massachusetts General. A man who’d walked away at his peak to become a business prodigy.

"Hold him down," Ethan ordered.

The staff snapped back to attention, restraining Daniel with renewed effort.

The needle pierced the vein smoothly. Daniel’s screams cut off mid-breath.