Chapter 908

Evelyn Carter wanted to say Alexander Hamilton didn't need to be present for the birth. The words lingered on her tongue before she swallowed them back. She could face it alone, but having someone by her side would make a difference.

"We'll see when the time comes," she finally replied.

Alexander sensed her subdued mood. "Still upset about the abandoned baby?"

He'd already learned the details from the nurses. "I sent people to look for the mother," he offered. Then paused. "But... the chances are slim."

The surveillance footage showed the mother slipping away during lunch break. The contact number on file was disconnected.

"Can your people find any leads?" Evelyn's voice was calm, but disappointment seeped through.

"If she planned this abandonment so meticulously, even if found, she might not want the child." Alexander stated the harsh truth.

Evelyn's fingers absently brushed her slightly rounded belly. She didn't voice the thought—perhaps the orphanage would be better for that baby.

"It's a felony." Alexander handed her a milk carton with the straw already inserted. "The father shares responsibility. Without the mother, we can't identify him."

The warmth from the paper cup seeped into her palms. A realization struck her—no one had the right to decide that child's future. Not even her.

"You're right," she murmured. "Every life deserves to know its origins."

That night, Evelyn chose to stay at a hotel near the hospital. Seeing this, Alexander texted his mother and remained as well.

Margaret Hamilton nearly knocked over her flower vase when the message arrived mid-arrangement. Delighted, she began mentally planning wedding details, oblivious to the real surprise coming her way.

At 6:30 AM, Alexander's phone jarred him awake. He glanced at the still-sleeping Evelyn and padded silently to the living room.

"This better be important." His voice rasped with sleep.

Vincent Wilson's chuckle carried suggestive amusement through the line. "Big bro, you and sis-in-law... making an official announcement?"

Alexander was instantly alert. "Explain."

"Financial section headline—'Hamilton Spotted Accompanying New Flame to Prenatal Checkup at Midnight.'" Vincent lowered his voice. "Blurry photo, but I recognized Evelyn immediately."

Alexander's brow furrowed. "Ridiculous. She's a doctor."

"The media's implying worse." Vincent warned. "Calling it 'an old house on fire,' 'iron tree blooming'—"

"Enough." Alexander ended the call abruptly. Turning, he found Evelyn standing in the bedroom doorway.

Her robe loosely tied, hair slightly tousled—clearly just awakened. "What's wrong?"

Meanwhile, at the Wilson estate gates, Vincent stared at his disconnected phone. He collided with Gregory Wilson returning with his Samoyed.

The excited dog lunged forward as Gregory tightened the leash, eyeing his younger brother. "Another breakup?"