Chapter 559

Alexander Hamilton knew he was at fault—this was entirely his responsibility.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, softening his tone. "Compensation..."

His slender fingers gently scratched the kitten under its chin. "At least let me clean the litter box?"

Evelyn Carter didn’t look up. "No."

"Why not?"

"You just taught me that work and personal life should remain separate." Her fingers tapped the keyboard. "Helping me with company matters is work. Home is private."

The image of Gregory Wilson walking his dog flashed through Alexander’s mind, making his lips twitch.

That avenue was already closed.

It wasn’t that pets weren’t adorable—it was that her defenses were too high.

Seeing his silence, Evelyn delivered the final blow: "Cleaning the litter box is quick. I can handle it myself. And—"

She turned her phone screen toward him.

Displayed prominently was an advertisement for a "Smart Self-Cleaning Litter Box."

"Technology transforms lives."

Alexander: "..."

The Ragdoll kitten, tired from playing, leaped gracefully onto Evelyn’s lap. Its soft fur brushed against her wrist as it let out a tiny, mewling "meow."

With one hand stroking the cat and the other editing reports, Evelyn multitasked effortlessly.

Behind her, Alexander could only open his laptop to sort through emails.

He skimmed the overseas project report from Emily Zade before closing it immediately.

This matter was finally, completely over.

Just as Evelyn was about to resume her calculations, her phone rang.

Olivia Lightfoot.

"You have time to call? Isn’t the OB-GYN department busy?"

A wail came through the phone. "Swamped! Dr. Carter, I snuck out to beg for help!"

"What’s so urgent?"

Hearing it was Olivia, Alexander’s tense shoulders relaxed. Watching the slight upward curve of Evelyn’s lips, his gaze softened.

It had been a long time since she’d looked this at ease.

Loving the right person made even being an observer a joy.

As for that mistake...

Alexander lowered his eyes. Everything was finally back on track.

Two "Evelyns," each in their rightful place.

Olivia’s voice trembled. "I had a patient today who came specifically to see you. When the test results came in, I nearly fainted!"

Evelyn frowned. "What’s the situation?"

"A bride-to-be, here for a premarital checkup. But she kept dodging questions about why her fiancé didn’t come." Olivia dropped her voice. "The report shows..."

"Send it to me."

The ultrasound and hormone reports arrived instantly.

Evelyn stared at the screen, her frown deepening.

"Congenital uterine hypoplasia." She sighed. "You saw it too, didn’t you?"

Olivia’s voice shook. "She’s barely twenty. Her eyes lit up when she talked about her fiancé. I just... couldn’t..."

"I understand." Evelyn gently stroked the kitten. "But medicine has its limits."

"Her fiancé is much older. He’s desperate for a child..."

Silence hung heavy on both ends of the line.

The kitten suddenly nuzzled Evelyn’s hand, its round eyes gazing up as if asking: Why so sad?