His gaze swept over her face, her neck, her wrists.
A chill crawled up her spine, so cold that her teeth began to chatter.
"Heh."
He suddenly let out a laugh.
"Now you think you can use my dad to pressure me?"
"You really think complaining will help? In my dad's eyes, what the hell are you? A foster daughter with a different surname—someone who's not even qualified to have her name entered into the family register."
Vivian turned her head away, fingers gripping her phone so hard they nearly broke.
Vincent straightened his suit and tie unhurriedly.
All the way there, he didn't say another word.
The car slowly halted at the hospital entrance.
She stared through the car window at the entrance to the inpatient wing, hesitated for a few seconds.
In the end, she still got out, ducking into the nearby convenience store.
When she got to the hospital room, she was about to knock when Vincent had already raised his foot and kicked the door wide open.
