Chapter 288

Vincent Wilson clapped a hand over his eyes, unable to bear the scene.

Nathan York inched backward, ready to bolt at any moment.

Vivian Dempsey suppressed a laugh and deliberately pressed, "Miss Young, you still haven't explained—how did you know the child had melanin deposits? And how were you so sure Annabelle was delivering food to Grandma Hamilton?"

"Annabelle told me herself!" Yvonne Young declared with conviction. "I trust her!"

Crash—

Nathan knocked over a chair in his frantic escape.

"Gotta go, Alex!" He fled the private room without looking back.

Vincent stomped his foot in frustration. "Nathan, you traitor!"

Yvonne looked bewildered. "Why'd he run like that? Did he see a ghost?"

Vivian deadpanned, "The Ghost Festival is coming up. Maybe he really did encounter something... unnatural."

"Are you stupid?" Yvonne scoffed. "That was weeks ago!"

"Oh—" Vivian drew out the word. "Guess I really am that dumb."

"At least you admit it." Yvonne lifted her chin. "Read more books. I graduated from a top university, unlike you third-tier college types."

Vivian's shoulders shook as she ducked into a corner, laughter bubbling out. "Thanks for the advice, Miss Young. I’ll remember this kindness forever!"

Yvonne frowned at Evelyn. "Should your friend see a psychiatrist?"

Evelyn forced a smile. "Haha, thanks for your concern."

The room crackled with tension.

Gregory Wilson's lips curled slightly.

Alexander Hamilton's expression darkened.

Annabelle Taylor turned pale.

Vincent crouched in a corner, pretending to be invisible.

"Alex!" Yvonne suddenly raised her voice. "I’ve explained everything. You can’t keep misunderstanding Annabelle! After all these years, you’re finally together—don’t let petty people ruin it!"

Gregory interjected smoothly, "Miss Young is right. You should cherish what you have, Alexander."

Yvonne nodded vigorously. "Dr. Wilson gets it!"

Gregory glanced at her, then turned to Alexander. "Since the misunderstanding’s cleared up, we’ll leave you to it."

"Not so fast." Alexander shrugged off his jacket and hefted a pool cue. "I hear you’re quite the player, Doctor. Care for a game?"

"What’s your game, Alexander?"

"Your call."

"Singles are boring." Gregory looked at Evelyn. "Doubles? You and your wife versus Evelyn and me."

Alexander’s gaze turned icy. "Are you underestimating me, Doctor?"

Gregory smirked. "Who exactly are you doubting—Evelyn or me?"