Chapter 640
No.1
"Hurt?" she whispered.
Hadn't the deepest wounds been carved by the man standing before her?
"Mom's waiting." Alexander advanced again, the phone screen glinting in her face.
The elevator doors finally parted, revealing impatient passengers inside.
Evelyn took a deep breath and released the button.
As the doors began closing, she stretched her hand toward Alexander—
He lunged forward like an arrow, shoving the phone into her palm while seizing her wrist, yanking her against his chest.
No.2
"Answer it," his hoarse command burned her ear.
Eleanor Kingsley's frantic voice crackled through: "Evelyn, is Alexander with you?"
"He is." Evelyn lifted her gaze to meet Alexander's dark, unreadable eyes.
"Grandmother fainted! I couldn't reach Alexander, so I—"
Evelyn passed the phone to him. "Your mother needs you."
Madeline Kingsley's condition no longer concerned her.
"Hn." Alexander's voice turned glacial. "The hospital will handle it."
No.3
"But this will reflect poorly on Evelyn!" Eleanor protested. "People will say she's driving a wedge between—"
"Then fire them." His words dripped ice. "I won't tolerate gossip."
"You—" Eleanor faltered. "Some issues can't be solved with terminations."
"Should I let her keep tormenting Evelyn?" Alexander tightened his grip. "How many times must this happen?"
The woman in his arms trembled slightly, reminding him of her tear-streaked face moments ago.
In that instant, he'd heard it—the shattering of his own heart.
The phone line remained silent for a long moment.
No.4
Eleanor Kingsley finally spoke. "If you insist, I won't force the matter."
"Insist?" Alexander Kingsley's voice rose sharply. "Can't you see how terrified Evelyn is right now?"
He rarely lost his temper with family.
But Eleanor was different.
She was the elder Evelyn respected most—the woman she genuinely regarded as a mother.
How could she say such things?
"Do you understand what this child means to her? Do you know how the Sinclairs fell?"
No.5
"What did Grandmother do? She actually tried to take Evelyn for an MRI! If you think that's nothing, then we have nothing left to discuss."
Alexander added coldly, "Forgot to mention—Evelyn already told Grandmother she's pregnant."
Dead silence filled the line.
After a prolonged pause, Eleanor murmured, "I acted thoughtlessly. If you don't need the IV, take Evelyn home to rest."
"I'm staying for observation this afternoon." Alexander abruptly changed his mind. "Resuming IV tomorrow. Evelyn will stay with me."
Evelyn Sinclair's head snapped up, disbelief flashing across her face.
The audacity of this man!
No.6
Taking today off didn't mean she'd skip work tomorrow.
After this ordeal, she didn't want to spend another minute in this hospital.
"You'll stay, won't you?" Hanging up, Alexander gazed down at her with infuriating certainty.
"I want to go home." Evelyn's quiet voice held steel.
"Then I'll take you home first. Tomorrow you can accompany me for the IV?" he bargained.
"Alex—"
"Evelyn." He cut her off. "Don't leave. I swear I'll protect you."
No.7
He refused to let this minor illness cause friction between them.
This minor illness that had made her Grandmother's target.
Now he'd rather die than see her suffer another slight.
"Here." Noting her silence, Alexander handed over her phone. "You've missed many calls."
Hesitating briefly, Evelyn accepted it.
The moment her fingers touched the device, Alexander suddenly swept her into his arms.
"Ah!" She gasped, instinctively clutching his collar.