Chapter 93

Alexander Hamilton's temple throbbed with visible veins. "Annabelle, let go!"

"No!"

Annabelle Taylor clung desperately to his leg, her nails digging into his flesh. "You dare ignore my calls now? If I don't teach you a lesson today, what's next?"

Auntie Marry wrung her hands in distress. "Miss Taylor, Mrs. Hamilton is in so much pain she might faint—"

"Shut up!" Annabelle snapped. "Who gave a servant the right to interrupt?"

Auntie Marry's face drained of color.

After twenty years of service to the Hamilton family, even Alexander addressed her respectfully as "Auntie Marry." Never had she endured such humiliation.

The wail of an ambulance grew louder.

The receptionist rushed in. "Mr. Hamilton, the ambulance is here!"

As Alexander moved to leave, Annabelle yanked him off balance.

Seeing this, Auntie Marry turned and ran outside.

The elevator doors opened to reveal Evelyn Carter adjusting her gloves.

"Young Madam?!" Auntie Marry gasped.

Evelyn looked up, her eyes widening above her mask. "Is Mom okay?"

"She had a terrible headache and just collapsed—"

"Which floor?"

"Eighth."

Evelyn signaled to the paramedics. "Bring the stretcher."

She strode toward the elevator, her white coat billowing behind her.

Her steps faltered at the scene before her.

Alexander was struggling to pry Annabelle's hands away. When he spotted Evelyn, his expression froze. "You—"

"Perfect!" Annabelle shrieked, pounding his leg. "So this was planned all along!"

"Stop this madness!" Alexander roared.

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open.

Evelyn walked past them without a glance, but the stretcher team was blocked by the struggling pair.

"Move," she said coldly.

Alexander bent to lift Annabelle, only for her to sink her teeth into his wrist.

"Domestic violence! Help me—" Annabelle wailed hysterically.

The paramedics exchanged uneasy glances. "Dr. Carter..."

Evelyn removed her gloves. "Take the stairs."

The young men hoisted the stretcher without hesitation.

Auntie Marry caught her arm. "Young Madam, your leg injury—"

"It's fine." Evelyn was already heading for the emergency exit.

Alexander's pupils contracted at the glimpse of bandages beneath her skirt. "Your leg—"

"Handle this." Evelyn didn't look back. "The patient can't wait."

Her figure vanished around the stairwell corner, leaving only the echo of hurried footsteps behind.