Chapter 522

Evelyn's words were like poisoned daggers.

Each sentence pierced Alexander's deepest wounds with precision.

He couldn't bear to remember that day.

Her frail figure stood at the hospital entrance in the bitter wind, clutching a blood-soaked tissue.

That wound would never heal.

Every midnight, her resolute eyes haunted his dreams as she handed him that gruesome "gift."

But now another image consumed him—

Her swallowing pills in that cramped bathroom, still staring at the door.

Waiting.

For a miracle that might never come.

Evelyn suddenly laughed. "Seeing you suffer actually comforts me."

Alexander's throat worked. "I...don't know what to say to..."

"Make amends?" she cut in. "Pain is pain. No amount of compensation erases it."

Her fingers brushed her abdomen. "I acted unprofessionally today. As a doctor, I shouldn't have made that mistake."

"Because that child is our shared scar."

"That's why I couldn't hold Miss Langley's baby..." Her voice feathered away. "I feared losing again."

Alexander tore off his glasses, scrubbing his face roughly.

"I wasn't thinking clearly."

Evelyn gazed out the window. "Life is endless farewells. People come and go."

"Let me walk this path with you."

She scoffed. "What if I marry someone else?"

"You won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"You're too proud." His eyes locked onto hers. "You don't love me, and you won't love anyone else. You tried settling—that's how Peter happened. As for Gregory—"

"Enough."

Alexander smiled bitterly. "If you say it's over, then it's over. I won't ask for more."

Outside the window, the hospital's eternal drama played on—

An elderly mother pushing her paralyzed son.

A daughter begging doctors to save her father.

Everyone must learn to make peace with suffering.

"Next month, come with me to Rooster Temple."

"Okay."

"Just light incense for her."

"...Okay."

Silence engulfed the car.

The engine suddenly roared to life.

"Back to the hospital." Alexander's voice still shook. "We're finding out why you're vomiting."

At registration, the mighty Hamilton Group CEO fumbled like a schoolboy.

He got lost between floors, redirected by exasperated nurses.

Finally he returned sweating. "Evelyn, I need your ID."

She studied his damp shirt.

"What department are you registering for?"

"Internal medicine...Wrong? I'll ask again—"

"Alexander."

He froze.

Evelyn rose slowly. "I'm an OB-GYN."