Chapter 930

Evelyn Carter had always believed herself to be strong.

Those sleepless nights she endured alone, those hardships she gritted her teeth through—they all proved she didn’t need anyone.

But pregnancy had shown her that some things couldn’t be overcome by sheer willpower.

Like the sudden, sharp pain that had struck her in the bathroom moments ago.

Her hand instinctively braced against the wall, but she still slipped.

The slippers were the same, but her swollen feet no longer fit.

As an OB-GYN, she knew these symptoms well.

Yet this was the first time she truly felt powerless.

"Don’t move."

Alexander Hamilton’s voice was suddenly beside her.

She hadn’t noticed him appearing at the bathroom door, a towel in hand.

Gently, he wrapped it around her.

The hum of the hairdryer filled the bedroom.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the warm air weave through her hair.

Alexander’s fingers moved carefully through her damp strands, as if handling something fragile.

"Discomfort during pregnancy is normal," she said, trying to break the silence as she shifted slightly away.

Alexander only gave a quiet "Mm," his gaze fixed on her hair.

Even with her wrapped only in a towel, her skin exposed, his eyes never strayed.

Evelyn suddenly remembered Vivian Dempsey’s words.

Could it be true?

Was he really... unable to?

The memory of that night four months ago surfaced.

If not for that bottle of deer blood wine, she’d still be working night shifts at the hospital.

Who could’ve guessed one drink would lead to this?

The blackout curtains were drawn shut.

Ever since he noticed her sensitivity to light during naps, Alexander had immediately replaced them.

Such meticulous attention almost made her believe in illusions.

But she knew better than anyone—some wounds never heal.

The birthday celebration was held on the Anderson family terrace.

Alexander had arranged every detail flawlessly—from the lavender balloons Grace Anderson loved, to the champagne-colored tablecloths Teresa Taylor preferred.

Even the placement of the silverware was precise.

"Sis, come take pictures!" Emily Anderson waved excitedly.

She was busy arranging gifts into a heart shape, the two mothers standing in the center with gentle smiles.

Watching the warm scene, Evelyn murmured to Vivian beside her, "I didn’t expect him to put in so much effort..."

"I never dare to slack off when it comes to you."

The deep voice came from her other side.

Evelyn turned sharply to find Alexander where Vivian had been standing moments ago.

A faint smile played on his lips, but his gaze was serious.

"Where’s Vivian?"

"Over there." He pointed to the lawn.

Vivian was chasing a ball with Baby Chloe, laughing like a child.

Evelyn shook her head, not noticing it was Alexander who’d sent the baby to call Vivian over.

Before the cake cutting, Henry Lowell hurried over with two gift boxes.

Alexander handed them to Evelyn. "Want to take a look now?"

"Aren’t these for Mom?"

"Wasn’t sure they’d arrive in time, so I didn’t mention it earlier." His eyes held quiet anticipation. "It’s not too late now."

Puzzled, Evelyn opened the boxes.

Inside lay two photo albums.

The first page held her earliest childhood photo in the Anderson home.