Chapter 809

Alexander Hamilton shook his head. "The police are still interrogating him. We can't see him yet. But I'll keep waiting here."

His voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot.

Evelyn Carter's heart clenched at his exhausted appearance. Adrian Valentine's sudden death had made her realize how fragile life was. Instead of worrying about the future, she should cherish the present.

The man who had stayed up all night for her was the one she should treasure most.

"Don't worry about me." Alexander seemed to sense her emotions, softening his tone. "Get the baby settled first. Be careful on the road."

The next morning, Evelyn rushed to Hudson City.

Alexander stood at the airport arrival gate waiting for her, his shirt wrinkled, dark stubble shadowing his jaw. She had never seen him look so haggard.

"How long has it been since you slept?" she couldn't help asking.

"Caught some rest in the car." He rubbed his temples before getting straight to the point. "The driver was definitely drunk, but his attitude was strange."

His brow furrowed as he recalled the middle-aged man's icy gaze—unnaturally cold for someone who'd been intoxicated.

"He's willing to pay compensation but hasn't offered a single apology." Alexander's voice lowered. "I suspect there's more to this."

Evelyn's chest tightened. "Could Vincent Croix be involved?"

"All evidence points to a standard drunk driving case." He sighed. "Unless we find direct proof, it'll be hard to investigate further."

They walked in silence to the hotel, waiting for Bianca Langley's arrival.

Bianca came alone.

She wore a bright red dress, her makeup flawless, yet she moved like an empty shell devoid of spirit. Evelyn noticed her painted lips trembling slightly.

"Should we rest at the hotel first?" Evelyn asked gently.

Bianca nodded mechanically. "I'm fine. I'm okay."

She'd repeated those words endlessly throughout her journey.

Alexander tactfully excused himself from the room. Evelyn handed Bianca a glass of water, noticing her hands shook so badly she could barely hold it.

"Do you want to see him?" Evelyn whispered.

Bianca's pupils contracted violently. Her mouth opened, but only a stifled gasp escaped.

"Crying might help," Evelyn said, holding her ice-cold hands. "When my father passed, I thought staying strong meant not crying. But—"

Before she could finish, Bianca began trembling violently, like a snapped string. She gripped Evelyn's arm desperately, her nails digging in.

"He promised to come back..." Bianca's voice shattered. "He said he'd give me and the baby a home..."