Chapter 464

Alexander Hamilton's face was as pale as paper.

He slowly straightened up using the armrest for support, his slender fingers methodically fastening each button on his vest.

"Mhm."

His response was barely audible.

Evelyn Carter frowned. "Alcohol irritates the stomach lining more than cold food does."

Lydia Laurent wrung her hands anxiously. "Evelyn, can you help him?"

"I'm an OB-GYN specialist." Evelyn shook her head. "I recommend getting a gastroscopy as soon as possible."

Lydia's eyes lit up. "How did you know Alexander has stomach problems? Did you diagnose it just by checking his pulse?"

The admiration in her gaze made Evelyn's fingers twitch slightly.

"Margaret mentioned it." She brushed it off casually before turning back to Alexander. "Mr. Hamilton, you should go to the hospital for a thorough examination."

Alexander tugged at his tie. "I have an appointment this afternoon."

"Suit yourself." Evelyn turned away. "It's your life."

Lydia grabbed Alexander's sleeve in panic. "Alexander!"

"I have medication at home." He pushed her hand away.

The girl's eyes instantly reddened.

Evelyn paused at the doorway and glanced back. "If the pain becomes unbearable, call an ambulance immediately."

Gregory Wilson had already opened the front door.

"Wait."

Alexander suddenly pushed himself up from the coffee table, sending crystal glasses clinking.

"Didn't Dr. Carter say you and Dr. Wilson are just colleagues?" His gaze pinned Evelyn's retreating figure. "Is a candlelit dinner also within the bounds of professional courtesy?"

Lydia blinked in confusion. "Isn't Dr. Wilson Evelyn's boyfriend?"

"Who told you that?"

"But they—"

Evelyn whirled around. "Since when did Mr. Hamilton switch careers to become a detective?"

Gregory mused, "Mr. Hamilton seems quite interested in my dinner plans with Evelyn."

"Pure coincidence." Evelyn's laugh was icy. "Mr. Hamilton happened to see Gregory setting the table while accompanying Lydia out earlier."

Gregory nodded in realization. "It seems Mr. Hamilton and Miss Laurent are quite close."

"I was speaking to Dr. Carter." Alexander's eyes darkened.

The air froze instantly.

Lydia shrank into the sofa, not daring to breathe.

Alexander's Adam's apple bobbed, but in the end, he just stared at Evelyn with burning intensity.

"About Peter Harrison," he said abruptly, "you're just giving up?"

Evelyn's spine stiffened.

"I've begged you many times already."

"So Dr. Wilson is the backup plan?" Alexander's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Did you give him your hotel keycard too?"

"You—"

"This isn't the kind of sincerity I want." Alexander's meaningful glance at Lydia shifted the conversation. "Isn't today the deadline for your housing payment?"

Gregory suddenly chuckled. "No need for your concern, Mr. Hamilton."

"What do you mean?"

"I transferred the money to Evelyn last night."

Alexander's pupils constricted sharply. "You borrowed from him?"

"I'll repay it soon." Evelyn's grip tightened on her bag strap. "I called you last night."

"Because I didn't answer?" Alexander's voice trembled. "You'd rather owe him a favor?"

The crystal chandelier reflected in his eyes like shattered ice.

Evelyn met his gaze squarely. "It was an emergency."

"Hah." Alexander suddenly laughed. "No wonder you cooked for him personally—a thank-you gift."

He yanked off his tie, the expensive silk fluttering to the ground.