Third Person's POV
Seraphina was bluffing. Mostly.
She'd seen the orderly's face last night—the kind of raw, unvarnished terror that didn't come from a simple mistake.
If the hospital systems were clean, the leak was in the nursing staff.
And an orderly with no history of malpractice has no reason to risk a murder charge to frame a surgeon. Unless someone bought him.
And there was only one person in the building with the motive and the bank account to do it.
But the look in Vivian's eyes? That wasn't a bluff.
That was a confession. Under Seraphina's clinical, soul-piercing gaze, Vivian's composure didn't just c***k—it disintegrated.
"Miss Davis, Rolf is your blood," Seraphina said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, low frequency. "No matter how much you hate me, using your broth
