Chapter 859

The morning sun hid behind dark clouds, filling the air with dampness. Evelyn Carter stood by the roadside curb, shielding the pregnant woman under her umbrella. The chaotic accident scene around them didn't faze her.

"Take deep breaths. Stay calm." She held the woman's trembling hand. "I've delivered many emergency births. You and your baby will be fine."

The woman's face was ghostly pale, her nails digging into Evelyn's palm. "Doctor... I'm scared..."

Sirens wailed in the distance. Alexander Hamilton's tall figure parted the crowd, clearing a path for the paramedics.

"Dr. Carter!" The emergency physician jumped out of the ambulance, visibly relieved to see Evelyn.

She rattled off the patient's condition while efficiently sterilizing instruments. Amniotic fluid mixed with blood soaked her pants, yet she didn't even blink.

A loud newborn cry pierced the air as the baby emerged from under the umbrella. Just as Evelyn searched for something to wrap the infant, a still-warm suit jacket appeared before her.

"Use this." Alexander's voice came from above.

The exhausted mother opened her eyes weakly. "My baby..."

"A beautiful baby girl." Evelyn gently placed the newborn on the woman's chest before helping transfer her to the stretcher.

Only when the ambulance doors closed did Evelyn remember Alexander standing alone in the rain. Through the window, she saw him on the roadside, his shirt billowing in the wind.

Hospital corridors blurred past as Evelyn carried the newborn. After confirming both mother and child were stable, she finally leaned against a wall, exhaling deeply. Bloodstains covered her white coat, unnoticed.

"Dr. Carter!" A nurse rushed over. "Bed 3 is hemorrhaging!"

Evelyn straightened immediately, sprinting toward the delivery room. The crisis consumed hours. When she finally returned to her office, the sun hung high.

The door's creak alerted the figure by the window. Alexander turned, sunlight fracturing across his sharp profile. His sleeves were rolled up, a spray bottle in hand.

"Finished?" He set it down and approached.

Evelyn nodded—then the world tilted violently. She gripped the desk edge as everything distorted.

"Evelyn!"

Darkness swallowed her, but not before strong arms caught her fall.

The antiseptic smell told her she was in the hospital lounge when consciousness returned. Alexander kept vigil beside the bed, his usually immaculate shirt wrinkled, eyes bloodshot.

"How long was I out?" Her voice rasped.

He clasped her hand. "Don't worry. Olivia already covered your shift." The bruise on his knuckles stood out starkly.

Evelyn bolted upright. "My morning clinic—"

"The department head took over." Gently, he pressed her back down. "You need rest."

Only then did she notice his injury. "What happened?"

Alexander withdrew his hand casually. "Bumped it when catching you."

Evelyn stared at the bruise, warmth flooding her chest. Outside, sunlight finally broke through the clouds, painting golden patterns across the hospital floor.