Chapter 1690

No.1

"Don't be afraid." Gently turning her shoulders, he wiped her face with tender care. "It's over now..."

Evelyn noticed the gruesome wounds on his hands, flesh torn open at the knuckles.

"I'm sorry, Julian." Her voice shook.

"You saved me," he murmured.

When the cabinet collapsed, he'd battered his way out despite his injuries.

"I contacted my team immediately. You bought us crucial time."

Alexander had been staking out Horizon Media.

No.2

Julian had prepared for this.

When he broke free, reinforcements arrived just in time.

Evelyn stared at the bloodied towel. "You always think ahead."

"Move somewhere else," Julian suggested. "Alexander knows this place."

"He won't return." Evelyn shook her head.

Rage might make him lose control, but Alexander was ultimately rational.

Her words had severed all possibilities.

No.3

Julian stayed silent.

Some things he left unsaid.

Evelyn thought his blood had transferred to Alexander.

In truth, Alexander had already been drenched in crimson when Ethan pulled him from the window.

He left not because of her cruelty.

But because... he couldn't hold on any longer.

The blood on Evelyn's face had dripped from Alexander when he pinned her down.

No.4

These truths Julian would never reveal.

He too had selfish motives.

If Evelyn hesitated, he wouldn't mind giving fate a push.

"Evelyn, are you certain?" He sought final confirmation.

She closed her eyes and nodded.

This path had been irreversible since thirteen years ago.

......

No.5

Hospital room.

Isabella wept delicate tears. "Aunt Eleanor, how could Evelyn do this... She made Julian attack Alexander..."

Eleanor Kingsley's cold gaze rested on her son in the hospital bed.

Isabella continued through sobs. "Horizon got that recording because Evelyn planned it—"

"Enough." Eleanor cut her off. "Isabella, when did you become so tiresome?"

Isabella covered her mouth in wounded innocence. "I just care about Alexander..."

"My son has no shortage of people who care." Eleanor's words held no warmth. "You'd do better visiting your grandfather."

No.6

Isabella finally understood where Alexander inherited his sharp tongue.

Dabbing her eyes, she adopted a submissive tone. "Auntie, I was just worried—"

"Worry quietly then." Eleanor massaged her temples. "My son's hospitalized. He doesn't need your theatrics."

"Auntie, I just want to take care of Alexander..."

"You?" Eleanor scoffed, her manicured fingers tapping the hospital bed rail. "Miss Winslow, do you have a nursing license? Or perhaps a medical degree?"

Isabella's smile froze.

Eleanor adjusted her cufflinks with deliberate slowness. "The Winslows are a respectable family. How did they raise someone with such poor judgment?"

No.7

Isabella's grip tightened on her purse strap.

As a top actress, she was accustomed to being worshipped.

"Auntie, Alexander and I—"

"Enough." Eleanor raised a hand. "What you do outside these walls is none of my concern. But the Kingsley estate?" Her gaze turned razor-sharp. "You'll never set foot in it."

Isabella shot to her feet.

She glanced at Alexander lying motionless with closed eyes, as if oblivious to her humiliation.