Chapter 392

Natalie Stapleton looked unusually vibrant today.

The checkered cotton dress complemented her rosy complexion. Her hair cascaded softly over her shoulders, radiating vitality.

Evelyn Carter observed her with quiet satisfaction.

"Mr. Hamilton truly cares for you," Natalie suddenly murmured, her voice feather-light. "His eyes follow only you whenever you're together."

Evelyn's fingers tightened imperceptibly.

"I know I shouldn't say this, but I can't help feeling envious." Natalie gave a bitter smile. "No one has ever cherished me like that."

"You just haven't met the right person yet."

"Perhaps." Natalie shrugged. "Right now, I just want to focus on being with Dad. Romance can wait."

A faint tapping sound came from the window.

Both women turned to see Teresa Taylor smiling weakly at them, color finally returning to her pale face.

"Aunt Teresa's awake!" Natalie gasped in delight.

Alexander Hamilton appeared silently behind them, holding a glass of warm water. "Drink this."

Evelyn accepted the cup, the soothing liquid easing her parched throat.

As she moved to discard the paper cup, her numb legs betrayed her. Alexander steadied her instantly. "Don't move."

Natalie rushed to assist. "You're exhausted, Evelyn."

"I'm fine," Evelyn said, flustered.

Alexander plucked the empty cup from her hands. "I'll dispose of it."

Natalie checked her watch. "I need to bring Dad his breakfast." She nodded at Alexander. "About the industrial park—"

"I remember," he interrupted. "I'll visit Mr. Stapleton personally soon."

A monitor's alarm suddenly blared in the room.

Doctors and nurses streamed in, efficiently checking the readings.

"Vitals are stabilizing," Evelyn observed, her tense shoulders finally relaxing as she watched the screen.

Alexander exhaled deeply. "Only you can make her recover like this."

"It's temporary."

"Are you still leaving?" he asked abruptly. "You only left to avoid me before, but now—"

His words trailed off as his gaze caught Evelyn's trembling fingertips.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the three figures.