Chapter 791

Baby Chloe had just turned one, her memory still a blank slate. Bianca Langley and her new boyfriend could easily keep their secret hidden if they chose to.

As night deepened, Alexander Hamilton spoke abruptly, "I wonder if the baby's awake now. It's early morning in Canada—time for her feeding."

Back at the old estate, he used to rise before dawn—mixing formula, changing diapers, barely pausing to breathe. Now that the baby was back with Bianca, sleep eluded him.

Evelyn Carter gazed absently out the window.

"I used to worry constantly—checking on her multiple times each night, afraid she'd be cold or hungry. Now that I don't have to, everything feels... hollow."

She didn't regret her decision. But this strange, fleeting emotion left her momentarily adrift. Alexander stood silently beside her, his expression unreadable.

With the heart failure patient stabilized, Evelyn finally had time off. Vivian Dempsey chose a newly opened fusion restaurant to celebrate them both overcoming recent challenges.

They'd always favored that private kitchen before. The change of scenery felt unfamiliar yet oddly exciting.

Vivian noticed immediately, teasing, "See? Variety isn't so bad. Men are like restaurants—you've got to sample a few before finding your perfect match."

She pushed a bowl of tom yum soup toward Evelyn. The spicy-sour broth exploded authentically on the tongue, but Evelyn still preferred the coconut sticky rice before her.

Vivian already knew the answer but pressed anyway, "I heard Alexander's been sending you meals daily?"

"He's been swamped. His chef prepares them," Evelyn answered truthfully.

"You're making excuses for him now!" Vivian slammed her palm on the table.

Evelyn sighed. "The way to a woman's heart..."

Vivian groaned. "You're trapped. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach—turns out it works both ways."

She consoled herself, "At least compared to scum like Peter Harrison, Alexander's halfway decent."

Evelyn caught the edge in her voice. "What happened?"

Vivian viciously speared a shrimp. "That bastard Vincent Croix! Thinking I'm connected to the Langleys, he's been sabotaging me everywhere!"

The shrimp disintegrated under her fork. Fuming, she detailed Vincent's recent moves—expanding her network had made her exceptionally well-informed.

"He withheld my payment, so I went to collect it myself. Then he had the nerve to threaten me over the phone!" Her entire body trembled with rage.

Evelyn winced. "I should've warned you sooner."

"Not your fault," Vivian waved it off. "Better he comes after me than harasses you at the hospital. If not for Miss Langley's sake, I'd have exposed all his dirty secrets across the business district!"

Setting down her chopsticks, Evelyn relayed Vincent's recent activities precisely. Though blunt, Vivian kept confidences impeccably.

"He's like a rabid dog now," Evelyn sipped her lemon water. "If he discovers Bianca's whereabouts... who knows what he'd do."

Vivian's smile turned icy. "He'd better give up soon. Otherwise—" She left it hanging, but her eyes said everything.