Chapter 943

Vincent Wilson couldn't stop singing Alexander Hamilton's praises until Grace Anderson and Margaret Hamilton both nodded approvingly. He finally took a sip of tea to soothe his throat.

Suddenly, he felt a light tap on his knee.

Looking down, he saw Baby Chloe standing beside him. The little girl had grown chubbier since their last meeting, her rosy cheeks glowing against porcelain skin. Her tiny hands clutched his pant leg.

Vincent, who usually avoided children like the plague, found himself smiling.

"Is this Alexander and... Dr. Carter's daughter?" He carefully avoided saying "sister-in-law." "Last time I saw her, she could barely walk."

Margaret gave a knowing smile. "Play with her for a while. I'll go check upstairs."

Vincent nodded eagerly. The child's big, curious eyes made him briefly consider marriage and fatherhood. His voice softened. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Easy," she lisped.

When she kept tugging his sleeve, Vincent felt a surge of pride. "Call me Uncle."

The girl tilted her head. Though she didn't recognize this stranger, anyone in the house must be safe. She tugged again.

Before Vincent could tease her further, Alexander's voice came from the stairs. "You're sitting on her toy."

Vincent jumped up, finding a feather cat teaser wedged in the couch cushions. The moment he handed it over, Baby Chloe scampered to the window to play with the cat.

So that's what she wanted.

Alexander approached, dark circles still faint under his eyes, though he looked better than days prior.

Upstairs, Evelyn Carter merely nodded upon hearing Vincent was the visitor before returning to her work. Grace soon followed her upstairs.

The living room held only the two men now.

"Alexander," Vincent frowned, "what really happened? The company says you're sick, but no one gave me a straight answer."

"I donated blood for Dr. Carter's friend's grandmother's surgery," Alexander said flatly.

"How much?"

"800 milliliters."

Vincent gasped. "800?! Why not donate a full liter?!"

"I tried," Alexander replied calmly. "The nurse refused. Other volunteers showed up later."

He made it sound like passing someone a napkin.

Vincent gaped. "If Dr. Carter's family needed it, would you donate a kidney too?"

"I'd consider it." The answer was as good as yes.

Vincent had never witnessed such legendary lovesickness firsthand. He was speechless.

"Your father's birthday banquet is coming up," Alexander changed subjects. "Shouldn't you be preparing instead of running around?"

Vincent rubbed his hands awkwardly. "I came specifically to invite you... since my brother will definitely be there."

Alexander's gaze turned icy. "I heard your brother is dating?"

"There was one match," Vincent forced a laugh, "but I ended up with her."

"So he's still single."

"Technically..." Vincent hesitated. He couldn't exactly say his brother's heart belonged to someone else—someone he couldn't move on from.

"The family plans to introduce him to a doctor at the banquet. She just returned from abroad."

Alexander's eyes flickered. "He likes doctors?"

A faint sourness suddenly filled the air.

Vincent hurried to explain. "Nothing like your wife! Not an OB-GYN! You'll see when you meet her!"

"I'll attend," Alexander agreed abruptly. "Though I may not look my best."

That evening, when Evelyn learned of his plans, she frowned. "Can your body handle it?"

"Vincent came personally," Alexander said impassively. "It would be rude to decline."

At home, Vincent sneezed, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.

Evelyn scowled. "That friend of yours has no sense of boundaries."

"Probably your father-in-law's idea," Alexander agreed. "Our families go way back. Not going might raise suspicions..."