Chapter 1639

No.1

Now she could walk away without looking back...

"I'll take leave to stay with you." She pulled out her phone. "We'll go to the office after you recover."

With Roman Young's situation resolved, the company was due for a reshuffle. Xavier Stapleton and Hugo Lee would be at each other's throats.

Now wasn't the time to return.

Better to settle Alexander first.

In this state, even Eleanor Kingsley would worry.

Especially since he'd fallen ill after returning from the Kingsley residence.

No.2

"Two days off. Should I call a car to the hospital or inform your family?" she asked.

Alexander looked up, his eyes hazy with fever. "Two days?"

Only two?

Apparently, his illness wasn't severe enough to warrant more of her time.

"Alexander, get a grip." She frowned.

The fever had stripped away his cold facade, laying his thoughts bare.

"Even if I don't work, Kingsley Group needs you. Every day you're sick, work piles up."

No.3

She knew him too well. Kingsley Group was his life. He never allowed himself to slack.

Once recovered, he'd drown in overtime.

To her surprise, Alexander actually considered it, then smiled hopefully. "Then come to Kingsley Group with me..."

Evelyn: "......"

This was bad. The fever had fried his brain.

She cupped his face. "Hospital first, okay?"

They could deal with the rest later.

No.4

"Fine." He surrendered under her steady gaze. "Just let me sleep a little longer..."

He rested his head on her shoulder, his brow smoothing slightly.

Evelyn wouldn't let him sleep like this.

It wouldn't help his fever.

She dialed Eleanor Kingsley. "Mom, Alexander's with me."

"Good." Eleanor lowered her voice. "Last night, he insisted on going to Kingsley Group. We couldn't stop him. How is he? I heard he lost his temper there."

Even Nathan Carter had been exiled...

No.5

"He has a high fever but refuses the hospital. Can you send a car?"

Thud!

Her phone was suddenly slapped out of her hand.

Evelyn Sinclair turned and met a pair of obsidian-dark eyes.

"Who were you calling?" Alexander Kingsley's voice was hoarse.

"Your mother." She emphasized the word "your."

Alexander's gaze locked onto her. Only after several seconds did the suspicion in his eyes gradually fade.

No.6

He believed her.

"Why tell her?" He frowned, lying back with a pale face. "...Water."

Evelyn started to rise, but her wrist was suddenly seized.

"Where are you going?"

"To get you water." She sounded surprised.

Only then did Alexander release her, his arm dropping limply. "One minute... I'll give you one minute..."

Evelyn bent to pick up her phone, pressing it back to her ear as she walked toward the kitchen.

No.7

Eleanor Kingsley was still on the line.

"I'm calling an ambulance right now," Eleanor said, her voice thick with worry. "Evelyn, Madeline, she—"

She wanted to defend the matriarch but found she had nothing to say.

This time, Madeline had gone too far.

Her past outbursts could be excused as ignorance or manipulation.

But this?