Chapter 933

Each second on the phone stretched endlessly.

The doctor answering was Evelyn Carter's former classmate, now a pillar of their OB-GYN department. After Alexander Hamilton's explanation, the doctor chuckled knowingly. "Mr. Hamilton, these are normal physiological responses. There's no need for embarrassment."

"It's not about embarrassment!" Alexander's temple throbbed as he suppressed his irritation. "I don't have these symptoms at all!"

Clearly accustomed to patients in denial, the doctor softened his tone. "Mr. Hamilton, modern medicine is quite advanced—"

A vein bulged on Alexander's forehead as he ended the call abruptly. Turning to Evelyn, who was organizing prenatal records, his Adam's apple bobbed. "Have I... fallen short recently?"

His gaze burned, jaw clenched tight.

Evelyn didn't look up. "No. That's precisely why I contacted someone familiar with your case. Declining physical functions after thirty are natural. No shame in that."

Alexander froze as if struck by lightning.

Thirty? Old man? He stared at Evelyn's impassive profile, his chest constricting. Asking "Do you think I'm too old?" outright was impossible.

In the following days, Hamilton Group's headquarters simmered under oppressive tension.

Alexander had mellowed considerably this year, but recently reverted to his thunderous demeanor. Employees triple-checked documents, walking on eggshells.

Only Emily Zade recognized the signs. After delivering quarterly reports, she casually inquired, "Has Dr. Carter's morning sickness improved?"

"She's been restless." Alexander massaged his temples. "Third-trimester symptoms emerged prematurely. None of the yoga techniques help."

Emily frowned. "But she's only four months along?"

"She refuses my company at checkups." His voice turned leaden. "Won't even share ultrasound results."

The mighty Hamilton Group CEO resembled a child deprived of his favorite toy.

Emily hesitated. "Sir, Dr. Carter is strong-willed, but expectant mothers need support. Prenatal visits, fetal education—you must take initiative."

A glint flickered in Alexander's eyes.

At dawn the next day, Evelyn nearly collided with Alexander, impeccably suited in the foyer.

"Light schedule today?" Her grip tightened on the medical folder.

"Accompanying you to the hospital." He took the bag from her. "We'll make it a stroll."

Cold sweat prickled Evelyn's back.

The hospital corridor overflowed with expectant mothers. Olivia Lightfoot, swamped with patients, signaled Evelyn from afar. A nurse retrieving reports misinterpreted the gesture, winking conspiratorially at Alexander.

As Alexander opened his mouth, his phone rang.

Unknown caller.

He squeezed Evelyn's hand reassuringly before stepping aside. When he returned, his expression had darkened.

"What happened?" Evelyn clutched his sleeve.

Alexander enveloped her chilled fingers. "Grandmother's been hospitalized."