Chapter 591

Evelyn Carter remained silent.

Alexander Hamilton said coolly, "Judging people as simply good or bad is childish. The adult world isn't that black and white."

"Big bro, are you saying even my senior has a dark side?"

"Don't twist my words." Alexander's brow furrowed.

He merely thought this high schooler was too naive.

Ethan Valentine shrugged. "But you're right—people are complicated. Like you, all polished on the surface yet so passive-aggressive."

"..."

"And you're making veiled digs at her right in front of her," Ethan declared righteously. "Even if you're here to visit me, Senior Evelyn is Hudson High No.5's pride. I won't tolerate anyone badmouthing our alumni."

Alexander massaged his temples. "Are you an athlete or a debate champion?"

That sharp tongue.

Ethan turned to Evelyn with an innocent look. "Senior, did I say something wrong? I'm terrible with words—please don't take it to heart."

Alexander snorted. "Hah!"

Watching their verbal sparring, Evelyn was inexplicably reminded of the past.

Annabelle Taylor had been just as quick-witted back then.

But now that she and Alexander were divorced, the context was entirely different.

"You're quite eloquent," Evelyn remarked. "Consider law school."

"Doesn't law require strong language skills? Senior, I flunked Chinese—could you teach me essay writing tricks?"

Evelyn pondered. "Reading more helps."

"Like what? I've read the Four Great Classics—useless. Give me recommendations."

"I'll ask Director Lorenz to send you a reading list."

"Thanks, Senior!"

Alexander's expression darkened, his gaze sharp as a blade fixed on Ethan.

Unfazed, Ethan stared back defiantly.

Tension thickened in the hospital room.

Playing the injured card, Ethan sighed dramatically. "My classmates are waiting for me. So many exams to tackle. This time, I'm really buckling down."

This struck a chord with Evelyn.

She always admired driven individuals. Glancing at the bedside tray table, she said, "I should've asked your teammates to bring your backpack. This is a perfect study spot."

Alexander seized the opening. "Can't delay academics. I'll have someone fetch your bag from school. Evelyn, we shouldn't disturb his studies."

Evelyn nodded. "Alright."

Ethan panicked, waving his hands. "No need! My Chinese teacher's visiting after evening study hall—she'll bring my bag. I can ask her questions too."

Evelyn smiled approvingly. "Whether you pursue sports or academics, high scores never hurt. Teachers will support that initiative."

Ethan nodded eagerly.

"Do you know Mr. Macmillian? His Chinese classes are exceptional."

"Of course! He teaches my class now—he's visiting tonight!"

The coincidence made Evelyn's smile widen.

"He helped me tremendously back then. Who's your homeroom teacher?"

"Mr. Deross."

Evelyn's eyes lit up. "Mr. Deross? He was my homeroom teacher too!"

"Seriously? Senior, we're practically fate-linked!"

"Is he married? I remember he had a crush on the music teacher but was too insecure about his receding hairline to confess."

Ethan grinned. "Married! To the music teacher! She just had twins—he's been grinning through every class lately."

Evelyn listened attentively, her smile unwavering as she shared more school memories.

"Senior, is it true someone died in that locked classroom in the lab building?"

Evelyn shook her head. "That's just the broken furniture storage. Only Old Zhao has the key. Don't believe rumors."

"Oh..."

Alexander listened to their lively exchange, a sour taste in his mouth. Evelyn had never shared these stories with him.

Ethan beamed. "Senior, you missed the library during the centennial celebration, right? I'll take photos for you after I recover."

"Sure, but that implies you don't frequent the library?"

Ethan scratched his head. "Only once—to help the math teacher move books."

Alexander finally interjected, "That's passing through, not visiting."

Ethan shot back, "Don't interrupt, bro. Hudson High's library is terrifying—Book Airing Day is the worst!"

Alexander frowned.

Evelyn quickly explained, "They spray insecticide year-round. The smell is overpowering—no one stays long."

"...That sounds familiar."

Suddenly, Evelyn pitched her voice higher, mimicking Annabelle: "...You don't understand Alexander. He hates century eggs and ginger."

Alexander: "......"