Chapter 891

Alexander Hamilton visited the hospital every single day without fail to bring lunch for Evelyn Carter. But he always stayed within the OB-GYN Department. It wasn't until yesterday, when he carried Evelyn through the Emergency Department in front of everyone, that their relationship became hospital-wide gossip.

"What kind of ridiculous rumors..." Evelyn massaged her temples and sighed, giving Olivia Lightfoot a helpless look. "You know we're not remarried, right?"

Olivia blinked. "Of course I know. But others don't." She leaned in curiously. "Dr. Carter, what exactly happened yesterday?"

The conversation had circled back again.

Evelyn exhaled, fastening the buttons on her white coat as she explained. "Just normal morning sickness. He overreacted and made a scene. Stop laughing."

"Sorry—pfft!" Olivia covered her mouth, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "After knowing you for so long, this is the first time I've seen you laugh this much."

Olivia buried her face in her arms on the desk, her shoulders still trembling. She thought to herself—how could Alexander not know about these things? The man had practically memorized every medical journal, short of actually getting a medical license.

"Whatever." Evelyn found herself smiling too. Once Olivia calmed down, she turned to business. "How's that lung transplant patient from yesterday?"

Olivia's expression turned serious. "Still critical." She lowered her voice. "Dr. Carter, you don’t keep up with hospital gossip, do you?"

Evelyn shook her head. She barely had time to breathe between patients, let alone listen to rumors.

"This patient..." Olivia hesitated. "She got the transplant after only a year on the waiting list."

Evelyn frowned. "Extremely severe case?"

"Rumor has it pregnancy worsened her condition." Olivia whispered. "Internal Medicine advised termination, but she refused."

Evelyn's chest tightened. As a doctor, she understood the patient’s choice. But as a mother, she couldn’t help but worry.

Two days later, the patient was finally transferred out of the ICU. Coincidentally, it was the weekend, and a group of young residents suggested celebrating with dinner.

"Terrible timing!" Olivia groaned. "I’m on call tomorrow—I can only stay for the meal."

Evelyn was about to decline when the rotating interns surrounded her.

"Dr. Carter, our attending is your classmate!"

"Tell us about your research!"

"Can we take a photo with you?"

Faced with their enthusiasm, Evelyn had no choice but to agree. She texted Alexander: "Department dinner tonight. No need to pick me up."

Alexander was organizing documents in his office when the message arrived. His fingers stilled. Silently, he canceled the restaurant reservation and concert tickets, replying: "Have fun. Call me when you’re done."

Reading it, Evelyn inexplicably sensed a hint of dejection between the lines. She sent back a smiling emoji and slipped her phone into her pocket.

Alexander stared at the yellow smiley face for a long moment, assuming she was genuinely happy, and returned to work.

When Emily Zade entered, she froze. "Mr. Hamilton, you’re working late tonight?"

"Yes." He didn’t look up. "Last-minute arrangements."

Emily quietly retreated, thinking her boss’s mood was gloomier than a typhoon.