Chapter 138

Evelyn responded softly, "Did you come all this way just to say that?"

"Shouldn't we celebrate?"

"Celebrate what?"

Vivian nudged her with her shoulder. "Doesn't it feel amazing to finally get justice?"

Evelyn fell silent for a moment before shaking her head slowly.

Alexander Hamilton wasn't a scoundrel.

Compared to someone like Simon Stapleton, at least he was honorable.

Ten years of unwavering devotion, yet he never forced anything. When she married, he quietly stepped aside.

During their marriage, he had been dutiful, gentle, and considerate.

Apart from not loving her, he truly had no flaws.

But she hadn't married him for love either.

Their marriage had always been transactional.

Vivian clicked her tongue. "You're really good at making excuses for him. When that mistress walked all over you, he didn't lift a finger to protect you."

"I don't need protection."

"Maybe not," Vivian tilted her chin toward the kitchen. "But someone like Dr. Wilson would be a good choice. Why not reconsider?"

Evelyn countered, "Why did you change your name to Vivian Dempsey?"

"To cut off love and desire."

"Are you happy now?"

"Absolutely. I do whatever I want."

Evelyn smiled. "If you can do it, I want to try too."

Vivian was momentarily speechless. After a long pause, she said, "Not even a sliver of hope?"

"If I'm going to reject someone, I won't leave them with false hope." Evelyn's expression was firm. "Dinner today, gifts tomorrow—it only leads to misunderstandings. I won't become another Annabelle."

Finally, Vivian understood her resolve.

"Fine. I won't play matchmaker anymore."

"We still have to work together at the hospital. Don't make it awkward."

"Got it..."

Suddenly, a phone rang in the living room.

Gregory Wilson answered, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Vivian walked over. "Hospital emergency?"

"I need to go back."

"They're calling you right after your shift? Is Anesthesiology that short-staffed?"

Gregory didn't answer. Instead, his gaze drifted toward the kitchen.

Evelyn was focused on preparing ingredients, deliberately avoiding interaction.

Vivian caught on. "Go ahead. Evelyn's a doctor too—she gets how demanding this job is. Honestly, marrying a fellow doctor is the worst. You could live together and still never see each other..."

Gregory heard the implication but spoke anyway. "Evelyn, the chief wants you to come too."

"Pregnant patient?"

"It's Annabelle." He paused. "She specifically asked for you."

Outside the hospital, Evelyn finally understood the chief's concern.

Annabelle stood by the roadside, her pregnant belly prominent, a syringe pressed against her neck.