Chapter 412

"Private jet..." Vivian Dempsey's fingers scrolled frantically through her contacts before stopping at a name. "The Wilsons! Vincent Wilson!"

The call connected to a cacophony of background noise.

"Vivian?" Vincent's voice slurred with intoxication.

She gripped her phone. "Do you have access to a private jet?"

"What?"

"A private jet!" she nearly shouted.

"Oh, no. Planning a trip?" His voice faded in and out as he addressed someone else. "Be right there—"

"Is Alexander Hamilton with you?"

"Yeah," Vincent lowered his voice. "You'd better stay away. He's been snapping at everyone lately..."

The line went dead.

Vivian trembled with fury.

Through the ICU glass, Evelyn Carter watched the monitor's erratic numbers. Mr. Dempsey argued with a nurse, who shook her head helplessly.

Evelyn pulled out her phone.

"Don't!" Vivian grabbed her wrist. "Don't humiliate yourself by begging Alexander."

"I'm calling my parents."

Vivian blinked. "Your biological parents?"

"Yes."

The call connected instantly. Anthony Taylor listened, then asked simply, "Immediately?"

"Yes."

Ten minutes later, he called back. "It's arranged. A car's waiting at the hospital entrance."

Tears spilled down Vivian's cheeks as Mr. Dempsey choked out grateful thanks.

"Prioritize the patient," Anthony said.

The ambulance screamed toward the airport. Evelyn stayed behind to handle paperwork, forwarding medical records to Vivian.

An hour later, Anthony called again. "The plane's airborne. The receiving hospital is prepped."

"Thank you." Evelyn hesitated. "Since when does the Taylor family own a private jet?"

"It belongs to an old friend." Anthony chuckled. "Not Alexander."

Evelyn pressed her lips together.

"I'll introduce you someday." His tone softened. "Whatever you decide, we support you."

That afternoon, Evelyn brought toiletries to Teresa Taylor's hospital room.

"You didn't need to come," Anthony said, peeling an apple.

"The wipes were running low." She arranged the supplies—items Alexander used to replenish.

"I'll stay tonight."

"No need." Anthony shook his head. "Your mother can say a few words now... She feels terrible about..."

On the bed, Teresa managed a fragile smile.

Evelyn gave a quiet nod.