Zayn's POV
Ignoring the antiseptic smell of the hospital I hated so much, I stood by Vivian's bedside with my chest heaving with an anger that I still couldn't shake off.
Vivian was laying on the bed with an IV drip connected to her pale hand. Now, her breathing had finally stabilized, but her frail look and the bandages the nurse had wrapped over her bleeding fingers made my jaw tighten until I feared I would snap .
It had taken everything in me to rush her to the hospital first, without bursting through each door in that estate to find out who had dared lay a finger on her.
Unable to hold my anger in, I grabbed my phone and marched out of the room and into the corridor and then, I dialed Gordon's number. He answered on the second ring with his voice groggy with sleep.
"G
