And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 181

Vivian clutched her cellphone with trembling hands,

Her eyes, swollen and red from tears, scanned the text message over and over until she grabbed her car keys and dashed out of the house in a panic. She tripped and fell halfway to the garage.

Ignoring the blood stains on her jeans, she jumped into her car, slamming the pedal to the metal as she sped off towards Bayridge Hospital.

Upon arriving, she dashed through the hospital comidors like a headless chicken.

As a high society lady, Vivien had never bothered to learn the ins and outs of hospital bureaucracy. Her entourage of yes–men always handled such mundane tasks for her. Now, it was a nurse who approached to ask what she needed.

Vivien’s hair was a mess, her voice broken by sobs as she uttered a few words

The nurse turned grave and immediately escorted Vivien to the VIP wing

Vivien didn’t even pause to say thank you before she burst into the room.

Half an hour later she finally came to her senses, sobbing uncontrollably.

The doctor tried to comfort her, “It’s okay, you’re safe now that you’ve received the shot. What you need is some rest and observation for a few days.”

“I need to be admitted!”

was the or

bear the thought of leaving the hospital’s protective gaze. It was the only thing

the hospital

to her room where she changed

hospital room, she finally had a moment

message was from

Conrad might be HIV positive and that Vivien needed to

and knew she couldn’t

shot. If she contracted HIV, it would

a deep breath, dried her tears, and dialed Fanny’s

with me?’ Vivien

calm, “Did you get the shot?”

“Yeah”

have stolen your guy, but we’re not mortal enemies,” Fanny said coolly. “I genuinely like Bainbridge. I heard about Conrad through the grapevine. Anyway, you’re out of danger since you’ve had the shot. Vivien, you’re so naive. Don’t play these dangerous games again. Your brain can’t even outsmart

with lingering defiance,

Let’s call it

call, feeling a surge of bitterness overwhelm

“Don’t

Bainbridge. I won’t compete with you for him

resentful, wanting to reclaim everything she

In the end,

she was nothing

a man