Chapter 932

Anthony Taylor and Teresa Taylor froze simultaneously.

They exchanged glances, seeing mutual disbelief reflected in each other's eyes.

"Evelyn..." Teresa's lips trembled as her eyes instantly reddened.

Anthony's fingers shook with barely contained emotion. "Did you just...call us Mom and Dad?"

Evelyn Carter felt an unexpected pang in her chest at their cautious expressions.

She lowered her head, flipping open the photo album to slide in freshly printed pictures. The previous page held Andrew Anderson's final family portrait. This new one included Baby Chloe and Vivian Dempsey—yet would forever lack one presence.

Vivian,敏锐地 sensing the shift in mood, dramatically brandished an orange. "Where should we travel after you deliver? My treat!"

"The hospital," Evelyn answered automatically.

"What?!" Vivian fumbled the citrus, nearly launching it across the room. "Girl, don't do anything drastic! Babies can be remade—you only get one life!"

After two stunned seconds, Evelyn burst into laughter. "I meant returning to work!"

She ruefully touched her rounded abdomen. "Bending over is impossible now, let alone performing surgeries. I thought I could last until two weeks before the due date..." Her voice trailed off.

Vivian exhaled in relief and swiftly changed subjects. "Remember that gossip I told you? Update: the guy tested with zero sperm motility. Now he's divorcing!"

Peeling the orange, she continued, "Dad's matchmaking again. I told the suitor straight up: we must conceive a daughter immediately after marriage—she takes my surname. If I'm not pregnant within a year, it's his inadequacy—"

"Medically speaking, that's accurate," Evelyn mused. "But you reminded me... Alexander..."

She whispered into Vivian's ear.

Vivian's eyes bulged. "Seriously?!"

"Just a hypothesis." Evelyn frowned professionally. "But early intervention is crucial if true."

That evening, Evelyn handed Alexander Hamilton a slip of paper. "You've seemed fatigued lately. Consult this specialist."

Alexander smiled tenderly. "My physical showed no issues, darling."

"So it's just exhaustion..." Evelyn muttered, guilt flickering in her gaze.

"Pardon?" He leaned closer.

"Nothing!" She hastily diverted, "Call soon. This doctor is discreet."

Puzzled, Alexander stepped onto the balcony to dial.

Five minutes later, he returned with the crumpled note in his fist, complexion ashen.

A urologist?!

His wife had booked him a urology appointment?!