Chapter 399

Back in Nathan's suite, rage burned through him so intensely that sleep was impossible.

He had hoped this would be his chance to reconnect with Evelyn, but Marcus's constant presence ruined everything.

The frustration was suffocating.

Dawn arrived after a restless night. Evelyn hadn't slept well either, blinking awake as morning light filtered through the curtains.

A sharp knock interrupted the quiet.

Evelyn murmured acknowledgment, and Marcus immediately ceased knocking.

After dressing in a cream silk blouse and tailored pencil skirt, she descended the grand staircase. The faint shadows under her eyes softened her usual icy demeanor.

Nathan brightened instantly when she entered the dining room, having waited there since sunrise.

"Good morning, darling."

Evelyn nodded absently while pouring coffee. "Sleep well?"

Nathan's gaze flickered toward Marcus with clear resentment. "Not particularly."

Marcus's scarred face twisted into a deeper scowl.

Evelyn glanced between them. "Leg injuries often disrupt sleep. Nothing unusual."

Nathan choked on his orange juice.

Beatrice emerged from the kitchen balancing a tray of Evelyn's favorite breakfast items. "Ms. Sinclair, I prepared everything just how you like it." Her hands trembled slightly.

Evelyn set down her untouched fork, suddenly remembering. "Oh! I forgot to remind you about your medication yesterday."

Nathan arched an elegant brow. "And how do you plan to make amends?"

Without hesitation, Evelyn retrieved an assortment of pills from the medicine cabinet and dumped them into his palm. "Consider this yesterday's dose with interest."

Nathan swallowed them obediently, making Beatrice's eyes widen comically.

Evelyn grabbed her purse. "Off to work."

"At least eat something first," Nathan coaxed.

"My brother brought homemade pastries from Sterling Manor," she called over her shoulder.

The hit-and-run investigation remained stalled since the driver lingered in critical condition.

After a productive morning at the office, Evelyn returned to Highland Estates for an afternoon rest.

The mansion stood eerily quiet.

She awoke groggily to golden afternoon light streaming through the windows. Stretching, she headed downstairs for water and to remind Nathan about his next dose.

She wondered if the special supplements she'd mixed in had improved his condition yet.

As she ascended with her water glass, angry whispers erupted from the staff quarters below.

"That Sinclair woman refuses everything I make! Does she think I'll poison her?" Beatrice hissed.

Evelyn froze on the staircase, then deliberately settled on the steps to listen.

The daily report to Margaret was always entertaining.

"Of course she does nothing for Mr. Blackwood! We should be grateful he's not waiting on her hand and foot!"

Evelyn smirked just as Nathan's wheelchair approached silently from behind. She pressed a finger to her lips.

Nathan raised an eyebrow at finding his ex-wife eavesdropping with such enthusiasm. With an imperceptible nod, Marcus positioned the wheelchair for optimal listening.