Chapter 942

Alexander Hamilton finally felt the weight lift from his chest when he noticed Evelyn Carter keeping her distance from Gregory Wilson. He slept soundly that night, his dreams sweet and undisturbed.

The next morning, the Wilson family sent a visitor.

Vincent Wilson, usually irreverent among friends, forced himself into a facade of propriety in front of elders. Laden with gifts, he greeted Margaret Hamilton with practiced decorum.

"Aunt Margaret, I brought you some premium bird's nest."

Margaret accepted the gift with a smile. "You shouldn't have gone to such trouble."

Vincent turned to Grace Anderson, his eyes brightening. "You must be Dr. Carter's mother! You look so young—like sisters standing together."

His sunlit grin and perfect white teeth usually charmed elders effortlessly.

Grace offered a polite smile that cooled noticeably when Margaret introduced him as "Alexander's close friend."

She hadn't forgotten how Alexander's so-called friends had kicked Evelyn when she was down during the divorce. Especially that notorious playboy named Wilson—likely this very man.

Vincent sensed the shift and quickly changed tack. "That cheongsam suits you perfectly, Aunt Grace. It accentuates your elegance."

Grace replied evenly, "Thank you. Evelyn picked it out for me."

The flattery fell flat.

Beads of sweat formed on Vincent's forehead as he redirected to Margaret. "Aunt Margaret, your complexion glows lately. You look ten years younger."

Margaret chuckled. "Alexander has matured. I worry less now."

Thinking fast, Vincent produced skincare boxes from his bag. "My mother asked me to bring these—newly developed medical-grade products perfect for both of you."

Grace showed little interest until hearing "medical-grade." "Does someone in your family practice medicine?"

"My brother's an anesthesiologist at the same hospital as Dr. Carter," Vincent blurted—then immediately wished he could bite his tongue off.

Margaret's expression tightened. She knew exactly how her son felt about Gregory.

But Grace perked up. "So Dr. Wilson is your brother? Evelyn often mentioned his kindness abroad. I've been wanting to thank him personally."

Vincent's collar grew damp. "No need! My brother hates formalities!"

He mentally kicked himself. This wasn't helping—it was sabotaging.

Fortunately, Grace didn't press further. Seizing the opportunity, Vincent pivoted. "Actually, Alexander's done remarkable charity work lately—donating equipment to Central Hospital, establishing a foundation..."

Margaret and Grace exchanged surprised glances.

"That boy never mentions his good deeds," Margaret murmured, eyes glistening.

Grace's demeanor softened. "Truly commendable."

Vincent finally found solid ground and pressed his advantage. "He's also sponsoring underprivileged students, and at last month's auction..."

He prattled on, heart pounding. This sycophantic performance had nearly buried him alive.