Chapter 349

Evelyn typed into the chat box: [Vivian]

Vivian Dempsey replied instantly: [Holy shit! Who is this?! Alexander Hamilton, stop messing with me! Use my full name, will you?]

Evelyn chuckled softly: [It's me.]

[Evelyn?! You're using his phone?]

[Yes.]

Vivian sent a string of exclamation marks: [Hold on, I'll get you a new phone ASAP!]

They caught up for a while before the conversation turned to Vivian's grandmother.

Vivian's tone grew somber: [Grandma went into surgery last night. The doctor's prognosis... isn't good.]

Evelyn's fingers paused mid-type: [Wait a moment.]

She carried the phone to the kitchen. Gregory Wilson was slicing fruit and glanced up. "Done chatting?"

[Do you have contact info for Dr. Zhang Chongwen in orthopedics?]

"Zhang Chongwen?" Gregory thought for a moment. "I'm in OB-GYN, so I don't interact much with other departments. Need help?"

Evelyn asked another question: [Can I borrow your WeChat to reach Olivia Lightfoot?]

"No problem."

Through Olivia, Evelyn quickly obtained Dr. Zhang's number and forwarded it to Vivian.

[Dr. Zhang is highly experienced. Have your father contact him.]

Vivian replied immediately: [Got it! By the way, Alexander seems to have gone to the UK. Be careful.]

Evelyn stared at the screen, slowly typing a single word: [Okay.]

[There's something even creepier—Simon Stapleton... has vanished without a trace. The police can't find any leads.]

Evelyn's chest tightened.

Vivian continued: [I asked Vincent Wilson, and even he claims to know nothing. This is beyond strange...]

[He doesn't know either?]

[Exactly! The Hamilton Group is business as usual, but a grown man just disappears? The more you think about it, the scarier it gets...]

Evelyn gripped the phone, her knuckles turning pale.

Suddenly, Vivian sent another message: [My dad wants to video call you. Is now okay?]

Evelyn hesitated: [I can't talk right now. Please thank Uncle Dempsey for me.]

The moment she hit send, a video call request popped up.

Faced with the elder's insistence, Evelyn reluctantly answered.

On screen, Mr. Dempsey looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes.

"Evelyn, can you speak?" His voice was low.

Just as Evelyn was about to nod, Mr. Dempsey suddenly squinted. "Is someone... behind you?"

Vivian leaned into view. "Dad, that's Gregory Wilson, the eldest son of the Wilson family. He works with Evelyn now."