Chapter 848

Alexander Hamilton stood beside Evelyn Carter, his brow furrowed as he stared at his phone screen. His long fingers hovered over the call button, but he never pressed it.

"The platform's complaint system is too slow," he muttered darkly.

Evelyn tapped the report button with a sigh. "At least we should try."

The internet was flooded with old videos of Vincent Croix and Bianca Langley. Carefully edited clips painted their broken marriage as a fairy tale. The fabricated sweetness turned Evelyn's stomach.

"Complaints from the involved parties would be more effective." Alexander's gaze shifted toward the end of the hallway.

Evelyn immediately understood. "The last thing Bianca needs right now is to see this."

"But the other party is right next door." Alexander took the phone and strode out. "Rest. I'll handle it."

The hospital room door flew open. Vincent lounged in bed scrolling through his phone. Seeing Alexander, his lips curled into a mocking smirk. "To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Hamilton? Come to visit your 'rival in love'?"

Alexander tossed the phone onto the sheets. A looped video played—Vincent "heroically saving" Bianca.

"Delete it." Alexander's voice was glacial.

Vincent feigned confusion. "Freedom of speech, Mr. Hamilton. You're overstepping."

"Using dirty tricks to force Bianca back?" Alexander's laugh was icy. "You're even more despicable than I thought."

The air in the room froze. Vincent's face darkened, fingers twisting the sheets.

"I suggest you stop while you're ahead." Alexander looked down at him. "You know Bianca's temper. This will only push her further away."

Vincent suddenly grinned. "Mr. Hamilton seems awfully concerned about my ex-wife. Does Dr. Carter know?"

"Don't bother trying to provoke me." Alexander's gaze sharpened like a blade. "Someone like you doesn't deserve to be a father."

The standoff was broken by a light knock.

Bianca leaned against the doorframe, oversized sunglasses hiding half her face. Without makeup, her pallor was striking—only the faint curve of her lips held remnants of her usual fire.

"Finished talking?" she asked softly.

Alexander instinctively stepped aside, then immediately blocked the space between them. Bianca noticed the subtle movement, her smile deepening.

"What?" She removed her sunglasses, revealing healing bruises near her eyes. "Afraid I'll hit him?"