Chapter 902

The Hamilton kitchen became the liveliest place since Evelyn's pregnancy. Grace sent over crates of organic goose eggs from her hometown, filling the refrigerator. The Taylors contributed fresh seafood and nutritional supplements, creating a lavish display.

Alexander emerged from the kitchen with a glass of warm water, moving with effortless precision. He navigated the dark room flawlessly without switching on lights.

"Under five minutes." Evelyn checked her watch, lips curving. "The CEO has mastered water-pouring now."

"I—" Before Alexander could respond, an orange blur landed on his shoulder. Peanut's fluffy tail coiled around his neck like a living scarf.

"Papa!" Baby Chloe tugged his pant leg with tiny fists, round obsidian eyes blinking. Her chubby arms reached up demandingly. In her fading memories, Vincent Croix had never existed, and Bianca's presence grew dimmer each day.

She would grow up believing these two radiant figures were her true parents.

Warmth flooded Alexander's chest. Balancing the cat on his shoulder, he knelt gracefully. Straightening his spine, he lifted Chloe to eye level with Peanut.

The Ragdoll leaped nimbly to Evelyn's side, carefully avoiding her rounded belly as it nuzzled her palm.

Evelyn stroked the purring creature without hesitation. Margaret and Grace had suggested temporarily rehoming Peanut, but Alexander came prepared.

"Indoor cats with regular deworming pose no pregnancy risks." He spread printed research across the table. "Peanut's automatic feeder and self-cleaning litter box require zero maintenance."

Scientific evidence instantly eased both mothers' concerns.

As Evelyn shifted positions, a sharp pain shot through her lower back. Alexander reacted instantly—supporting Chloe with one arm while grabbing a cushion to support her spine.

"OB-GYNs need lumbar protection too." His gaze flickered toward her office, already formulating plans.

At the next hospital meeting, Evelyn received two bombshell announcements: office equipment upgrades and cafeteria renovations.

Olivia chewed her pen cap. "The cafeteria was just remodeled last year. Who'd take this money-losing project?"

"The new contractor's touring today," a colleague whispered. "Hospital cafeterias have razor-thin margins. Must be an inside connection."

Evelyn traced her meeting notes, a certain someone's image surfacing in her mind.

"Prices won't increase." Her tone remained light. "The director would veto it first."

Nods rippled through the room. As colleagues filed out laughing, none noticed Evelyn's pensive expression.

Frantic footsteps echoed down the hallway. A nurse sprinted past with Dr. Porter, both faces grim.

Evelyn's pulse jumped. She thrust her files at Olivia. "Go ahead without me."

She arrived at the ward to find the door ajar, sheets tangled. A nearly full bottle of immunosuppressants rolled on the floor—medicine that should've been almost empty.

Pupils contracting, Evelyn snatched the bottle and raced to the ER. Harsh red lights glared as a family member paced outside.

"His last checkup showed stable levels." She feigned casualness. "What triggered this relapse?"

The man avoided eye contact. "He... suddenly couldn't breathe..."