Chapter 732

Alexander Hamilton had just finished cleaning himself when Evelyn Carter leaned over to examine his wounds.

"Didn't get wet," she sighed in relief.

Alexander chuckled lightly. "I have no intention of becoming a cripple."

Evelyn pushed the electric wheelchair forward, her voice gentle. "You need proper rest during this recovery period."

"Mm."

In the living room, Margaret Hamilton and Grace Anderson were playing with the baby. Seeing Evelyn wheel Alexander out, they exchanged knowing smiles.

The gears of fate had finally begun turning again.

Alexander had refused hospitalization, but his injuries required absolute stillness. Every night after spending time with the baby and Evelyn, he returned to the temporary sickroom to rest.

The burn ointment would stain the sheets, compromising treatment. He could only sleep on his stomach, even signing documents bedside.

Once home, his tightly wound nerves relaxed, allowing pain to crash over him like tidal waves. The infected areas would inevitably scar.

"Keep your right leg still," Evelyn handed him a pen, her tone professional.

Alexander accepted it without moving a muscle. "As you command, Doctor."

These days, he followed medical orders to the letter.

Emily Zade smiled. "With Mrs. Hamilton supervising, we're at ease. These are the newly drafted documents."

Evelyn tactfully exited. She had no interest in Alexander's asset distribution, nor would she covet any of it.

"Not having your wife stay to review?" Emily glanced at Evelyn's retreating figure.

Alexander shook his head. "The will only takes effect after I'm gone. Though I may not weigh heavily in her heart, I'd rather not have her grieve prematurely."

He pointed at the document. "Add another clause here for legal to revise..."

In the study, Evelyn pored over nursing materials. Years after graduation, she found herself reliving the tension of final exams.

"Meow—"

A ball of fur leaped onto her lap. The once palm-sized Ragdoll kitten had grown into a plump, round mass.

The cat nestled comfortably against her, kneading rhythmically through the fabric of her clothes.

This was the scene Alexander encountered when he entered.

"Why are you up?" Evelyn instantly shifted into doctor mode.

Alexander regretted his earlier refusal of hospitalization. Medical ethics forbade doctor-patient relationships—he'd cut off his own escape route.

"Didn't touch the wounds," he leaned slightly forward, keeping the injured areas suspended.

Evelyn's expression softened. "Emily left?"

"Yes." Alexander gestured to the cat.

The Ragdoll nimbly jumped onto his lap.

"Far more agile than White Coat," Evelyn suddenly sighed. "After so long apart, I wonder if he'd even remember me."

Alexander fell silent. He didn't want Evelyn retrieving White Coat, nor any renewed contact with that man.

"Cats are more independent," he said tactfully. "An automatic feeder suffices."

Evelyn seemed thoughtful. "He truly doesn't need me."

She stroked the cat gently. "He's thriving here with you all. I won't have to worry about him during work anymore."