Chapter 831

Evelyn Carter felt slightly uncomfortable with Alexander Hamilton's bluntness. She instinctively tried to sit up, only to gasp in pain as her long hair got trapped under his shoulder.

Alexander immediately shifted, but their movements synchronized again. They exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

"We really are in sync," he remarked.

Adjusting her posture, Evelyn hesitated before speaking. "Actually... I've been getting strange calls lately. They either hang up after two rings or disconnect immediately. I suspect it's Vincent Croix's doing."

Vincent didn't dare confront Alexander directly, so he resorted to the underhanded tactics from his past. These petty tricks couldn't harm Alexander, but they were irritating. A less resolute person might have taken their frustration out on Bianca Langley.

Alexander's eyes turned icy. He could tolerate Vincent targeting him, but threatening Evelyn—that was crossing a line.

Noticing his change in demeanor, Evelyn regretted bringing it up. "Let's just treat this as casual conversation since there's no proof," she said softly.

Bianca had only moved out less than a day ago. If these harassments diverted Vincent's attention, it might not be entirely bad.

"Mm." Alexander suppressed his anger with effort.

But a few days later, Vivian Dempsey had an accident.

Evelyn never expected to run into Vivian during her night shift—let alone in the emergency room.

Vivian sat in the observation area, a bandage on her forehead as she pressed an ice pack to her face. She looked dazed, not even noticing Evelyn's approach.

"What happened?" Evelyn frowned. Head injuries could range from minor to severe.

"I'm fine!" Vivian shot up but nearly collapsed from dizziness.

Evelyn steadied her, her tone firm. "If you don't tell me the truth, I'll ask the nurses. You know I have plenty of connections here."

Defeated, Vivian confessed. "Just a minor car accident... A van rear-ended me while I was crossing a speed bump. Luckily, it only grazed the safety island. Just a scratch on my forehead." She gestured to the bustling ER. "Compared to the critical patients here, this is nothing."

Evelyn sat beside her. "That's how emergency rooms are. How long did the nurse say you need to stay for observation?"

"Half an hour. If nothing happens, I can leave." Vivian suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right—the van drove off right after hitting me, faster than a rabbit..."

She stopped mid-sentence.

Evelyn sighed. "Finally realized?"

"You mean... it was intentional?!" Vivian's eyes widened. "I've been busy with business deals lately—other than complaining about stingy clients, I haven't offended anyone! I need to call the police!"

Only now did the fear sink in.

Evelyn held her back. "Alexander was followed before."

Vivian gasped. "Vincent? I thought he'd given up after hitting walls a few times. How dare he!" She immediately dialed the police.

But with cloned license plates, the authorities couldn't track it down quickly. Vivian had an important client meeting the next day and had to drop it.

Evelyn took her to the on-call room to change her bandages. "The nurses are swamped. I'll do it."

"You're the best," Vivian said gratefully.

Evelyn remained unmoved. "Tell me—how many times has Vincent approached you?"