Chapter 208

He never believed in such things.

Alexander knew Evelyn Carter's temperament well—she drew clear boundaries between friends and lovers, never crossing the line.

Yet he still followed her.

Perhaps he just wanted to confirm one thing—she was angry.

Angry at him for ending the pregnancy. Angry at him for betraying her trust. Angry at Annabelle Taylor's constant provocations. Of course she should be angry. Why shouldn't she be?

If she was angry, then let her vent.

Even if she found some random man to pretend to be her boyfriend just to spite him, he'd accept it.

It was just an act. Eventually, the curtain would fall. With Evelyn's personality, she'd cut ties with Peter Harrison the moment she was out of his sight.

But the scene at the hospital entrance made his heart sink.

Peter held the car door open for her, and she calmly took the passenger seat.

Beside the basketball court, the blaring megaphone grated on his nerves, but the sight before him made him clench the cigarette between his teeth.

At least it wasn't Gregory Wilson.

Dealing with the Wilson family would require consideration for old connections. But this Peter Harrison? Just an ordinary designer.

He refused to believe Evelyn's standards could plummet so low after being with him.

His phone rang again.

He glanced at it and hung up immediately.

The ringing persisted, so he silenced it and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

That spot used to hold Evelyn's disinfectant wipes.

A doctor's habit, unchanged for three years.

Since Annabelle's return, the wipes had disappeared.

The screen lit up once more.

Frowning, he answered. "Emily."

"Mr. Hamilton, Miss Taylor is here again."

"Same as always. Tell her I'm away on business."

"I did. She doesn't believe it. Says it's urgent."

"Have her removed," he said coldly. "Call security if she refuses to leave."

Emily hesitated. "The fallout from last time hasn't settled. Another scene could make things worse. And... well..."

"She brought someone with her."

"Who?"

"A girl," Emily lowered her voice. "She looks... like Mrs. Hamilton."

Alexander's fingers stilled.

"A medical student, third year. Her mannerisms are about sixty or seventy percent similar."

He laughed abruptly. "What does she think she's doing?"

"Miss Taylor said..." Emily struggled to continue. "She wants to introduce you. Said the girl could... bear your child."

The phone rang again.

He answered.

"Alexander..." Annabelle's voice was tentative. "I found a solution."

"Speak."

"There's a junior at the medical school, mentored by the same professor as Dr. Carter. I brought her here specially—"

"Annabelle." His voice cut like ice. "Are you running a brothel now?"

Silence swallowed the other end of the line.