Chapter 6

Rosie's POV

"Vivian!"

Ryan, sitting beside Vivian, caught her in time.

"Ethan, Vivian seems to be having an allergic reaction!"

Ethan's steps toward me halted.

His expression darkened instantly. He turned and walked toward me.

I'd already lifted my skirt, preparing to inject myself.

Suddenly an enormous force gripped my wrist and snatched the epinephrine pen from my hand.

I looked up in disbelief into Ethan's cold eyes.

"You caused Vivian's allergic reaction. Give her the medicine first!"

With that, he strode toward Vivian without a moment's hesitation, swiftly completing the injection for her.

Noticing my gaze, Ryan said coolly:

"You're a doctor. You should have other emergency methods. Vivian doesn't know anything. She needs this pen more."

After injecting, Ethan picked Vivian up and rushed out.

Ryan chased after them.

"Ethan, I'll get the car!"

I collapsed on the floor, staring intently at their retreating backs.

From beginning to end, they never looked back.

As consciousness faded, I saw a waiter rush in.

"Miss! What's wrong?!"

I was unconscious for a day. When I woke, I saw Ethan sitting by the bed.

He grasped my hand, his tone concerned.

"Rosie, you're finally awake. Is there anywhere you still feel unwell?"

I pulled my hand away and closed my eyes.

Ethan didn't get angry. He brushed the stray hair from my temples.

"Rosie, I know you're angry with me. But the Grayson and Moore families work closely together. Vivian can't have an incident in front of us."

"I had no choice. You're about to be my wife. We're a community of shared interests. You should understand."

"Rosie, you know I love you most, don't you?"

Ryan appeared at the hospital room door.

"That's right. My brother had no choice. Big families have their difficulties. We all have to prioritize the bigger picture.""As family, we can only ask you to be patient for now."

My hands clenched tightly under the blanket as I looked at the two men, laughing coldly inside.

To deceive me, they'd really gone to great lengths.

I didn't want to get entangled. I closed my eyes again.

"I want to rest."

Only after the sound of their footsteps faded did I open my eyes and take out my phone to make a call.

"Hello, is this the streaming company? I'd like to book a service..."

After hanging up, I instinctively reached for the pendant at my chest, but grasped at nothing.

The pendant containing Grandma's hair and ashes was gone!

I panicked instantly, getting up to search around the hospital bed.

Just as I was about to go ask the nurse, my phone buzzed with a message.

Vivian had sent a photo. It was my pendant necklace!

"If you want the necklace back, come now. Otherwise I'll flush what's inside down the toilet."

Overwhelming rage made my vision go black. I rushed toward Vivian's hospital room.

Inside, Vivian stood by the window, the necklace dangling from her fingertips, swaying outside the window ledge, ready to drop at any moment.

"Vivian, give me back my necklace!"

A malicious smile played at Vivian's lips.

"Rosie, you saw my Instagram posts, didn't you? Tsk tsk. I thought you were so high and mighty. Back then you practically wanted me dead. Now, to marry into the Grayson family, you can tolerate anything."

I only stared intently at the necklace in her hand, nails digging into my palms.

"Give me back my necklace!"

Vivian moved the necklace a few more inches outward.

"If you want the necklace, then kneel and apologize to me. Admit you're a bitch. Admit you're fake and pretentious."

"Impossible!"