Chapter 635

No.1

"Now." His eyes turned icy when she hesitated.

"What do you need it for?" Reluctantly, Evelyn handed it over.

Alexander tucked the phone beneath him. "You'll get it back when I wake up."

He was asleep before the words fully left his mouth.

......

A shrill ringtone jolted Alexander awake.

Trapped in nightmares, he heard the phone ringing but couldn't open his eyes.

Dreams came one after another.

No.2

First, Nathan Carter video-called from Africa in tears, showing him the blisters from mining and begging to be transferred back.

Then Eleanor called, pleading with him not to exile Madeline from the Kingsley estate to spare Evelyn from public blame.

He remembered saying, "Anyone who dares criticize her goes to Africa."

Finally, Evelyn called to say the baby was actually his—she'd only claimed it was Julian Ashford's to spite him...

Alexander found it strange. Hadn't he confiscated her phone? How could she still call?

Squinting, he saw Julian's name flashing on the screen.

That dream... succeeded in pissing him off enough to wake him.

As consciousness returned, he realized the phone beneath him was vibrating.

No.3

Those chaotic dreams had all been because of this damn ringing...

Alexander pulled out the phone and blinked at the screen, instantly alert.

Two words glared back at him:

Senior Brother.

There was only one person Evelyn would call by that title.

My palms were damp with sweat as I stood in the hospital corridor.

"The test results are in." The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Your uterus has healed well."

Sunlight streamed through the window, forcing me to squint.

No.4

"Theoretically, another pregnancy is possible." He flipped through the report. "But the risks would be higher than average."

My fingers tightened around my bag strap.

"We'll need more thorough examinations." The doctor looked up. "Have you thought this through?"

Footsteps echoed down the hallway.

"How's my wife?" A familiar voice spoke behind me.

I didn't turn. My nails dug into my palms.

"Mr. Kingsley, perfect timing." The doctor stood. "Regarding the possibility of another pregnancy—"

"We're in no rush." He cut the doctor off, moving beside me.

No.5

The faint scent of his cologne reached me.

"Let's go home." His warm hand enveloped mine. "We'll discuss this when you're ready."

I looked up and saw the worry shadowing his eyes.

"I want to try." The words escaped before I could stop them.

Both the doctor and Alexander froze.

"Are you sure?" His voice strained.

I nodded. Tears spilled without warning.

"This time, I'll keep you safe." He pulled me into an embrace, his voice rough.

No.6

The doctor cleared his throat. "We'll schedule comprehensive tests for next week."

Golden sunset bathed us as we left the hospital.

"Scared?" Alexander asked.

I watched the horizon bleed crimson, silent.

Terrified, of course.

But more terrified of losing my chance at motherhood.

"I'm here." His fingers squeezed mine.

I drew a deep breath and gazed into the distance.

No.7

This time, I would bring our child safely into the world.

The phone screen flickered as Alexander Kingsley's finger hovered over the end call button before slowly withdrawing.