Chapter 1632
No.1
Madam Zade rushed to Roman, her trembling hands cradling his face. "My child..."
Evelyn Sinclair quietly stepped aside.
She checked her watch and signaled to Old Lin.
"Mr. Sullivan, the truth is clear now," she said softly. "I must excuse myself—there's urgent business."
Vincent followed her out. "Let me see you off, Ms. Sinclair."
In the parking lot, his gaze lingered on the understated Maybach.
"Thank you." Evelyn opened the car door. "Regarding Xavier's situation—"
No.2
"I'll handle it," Vincent said grimly. "I'll express my gratitude properly another time."
As the car pulled away from the hospital, Evelyn massaged her temples.
The Kingsley mansion blazed with light.
Madeline Kingsley was arranging flowers in the parlor when Evelyn entered. She set down her shears with deliberate calm.
"You're back."
"Grandmother, where's Alexander?" Evelyn asked urgently.
"He waited until three in the morning," Madeline sniffed. "Then some company emergency called him away."
No.3
Evelyn froze.
"What?" Madeline lifted her teacup. "Did you think you were the only one allowed to come and go as you please?"
Evelyn's lips twitched.
The difference between Madeline Kingsley and Madam Zade was simple—one still clung to her dignity while the other had thrown it all away.
"Grandmother, I'll take my leave." She had no patience for the old woman's snide remarks.
"Not waiting for Alex?" Madeline didn't even glance up.
"No." Evelyn forced a polite smile.
No.4
"Wise choice." Madeline sniffed. "That boy forgets to eat when he's working. Might not even come home tonight. No point keeping you waiting alone. Go on."
As Evelyn turned, Madeline added, "Fetch the car keys for the young mistress. Have Lewis drive her."
She declined the chauffeur and drove herself.
The herbal pharmacy caught her eye. She braked.
The elderly doctor listened to her symptoms, pondered, then recommended several prepared remedies.
Evelyn carried the full paper bag straight to Kingsley Group headquarters.
The Kingsley vehicle glided into the underground garage without pause. Her finger hovered over the biometric scanner—one hesitant second.
No.5
When the elevator hummed to life, she exhaled.
Her access still worked. Or perhaps... he'd simply forgotten to revoke it.
"Young mistress?" Nathan Carter froze at the sight of her. "What brings you here?"
"Delivery for Mr. Kingsley." She lifted the medicine bag.
Nathan's gaze lingered on it before his professional smile returned. "Lord Alex is in a meeting. Would you like me to—"
"How long?"
His hesitation lasted a heartbeat. "Unpredictable. Shall I interrupt?"
No.6
"Don't." She shook her head. "I'll wait."
"Then please use the private lounge." Nathan gestured. "Too many eyes out here..."
She understood.
The all-white sanctuary had been her designated waiting area during their marriage. White sofa, white bookshelves, a few geography magazines and biographies. Her fingertips brushed the immaculate upholstery.
He'd kept this place maintained.
"Shall I arrange dinner, young mistress?" Nathan asked.
"Just something simple."
No.7
The meal arrived on fine china. Evelyn arched a brow. "Has Mr. Kingsley eaten?"
"Lord Alex never pauses meetings..." Nathan's smile faltered. "Unless you'd like me to—"
"Don't tell him." She cut him off.
Nathan bowed out.
......
"Eat something!" Madeline hissed, sliding a tray across the study desk.
Alex didn't look up.