Third Person's POV
"Vivian!"
Seeing Vivian drop straight backward toward the hard asphalt, Mortimer panicked.
Driven purely by reflex, he shot his hands out and caught her before she could smash her head on the ground.
Standing a few feet away, Seraphina watched the entire performance with eyes as cold as ice, not moving a single muscle.
Mortimer might have been blinded by his own panic, but as a top-tier medical professional, Seraphina read the situation instantly. The complete lack of genuine distress in Vivian's fluctuating pheromones gave it away immediately—she was completely faking it.
But Seraphina had zero intention of doing Mortimer the favor of exposing her.
She knew damn well that if she opened her mouth to call out the act right now, Mortimer would just twist it into ano
