Third Person's POV
Her voice was an arctic gale. When it hit Mortimer's ears, it felt like a physical frostbite.
Lillian, seeing Seraphina remain completely unmoved by her tears, felt her fury spike.
She glared at the surgeon with the same jagged malice Vivian used. "Seraphina, what is wrong with you? Are you honestly trying to drive Vivian to the edge?"
Seraphina didn't flinch. "I am protecting my legal rights and my professional name. If Miss Davis' condition worsens because the truth is inconvenient, I happen to know a very reputable psychiatrist. I'd be happy to give her a referral."
Every word hit like a gavel.
She stood with her spine locked in a straight, uncompromising line.
She looked at Vivian—whose face was now a mask of dark, pulsating spite—and offered a small, clinical
