Chapter 947

Gregory Wilson had just opened his mouth to say, "It's my brother I don't trust," when Alexander Hamilton's cool voice came from behind. "Looking for me?"

His body stiffened as he turned mechanically. "Brother..."

Guilt was written all over his face.

Gregory stepped past him, addressing Alexander directly. "Taking a breather too, Mr. Hamilton?"

"Indeed." Alexander's lips twitched. "Thought some fresh air might help me remember things people conveniently forget."

The jealousy was practically suffocating.

Vincent Wilson rolled his eyes internally. Dr. Carter was five months pregnant—who in their right mind would make advances on an expecting mother? Not that he dared say it aloud.

With the confrontation focused on Gregory, he had no intention of drawing fire to himself.

Gregory remained unruffled. "I haven't forgotten. Some debts simply can't be left unsettled. Do you recall that two million Dr. Carter repaid on my behalf?"

As colleagues who saw each other daily, he preferred transparency over evasion. He'd once harbored feelings for Evelyn, but always maintained proper boundaries.

Alexander knew this. Yet like an abandoned dog panicking at the sight of new pets around its owner, his expression darkened at the mention of the money.

Noticing this, Gregory said to Vincent, "Let's go."

Vincent practically fled in relief, though when he turned to bid Alexander farewell, the man was already striding toward the garden.

There, Baby Chloe stood on tiptoe, trying to place a flower in Evelyn's hair.

"Since when did you become so beauty-obsessed?" Evelyn laughed, dodging. "Other children want flowers for themselves. Why always me?"

"Because Mommy's the prettiest."

Alexander's voice cut in as he scooped up the little girl, helping her tuck the rose into Evelyn's hair. But her tiny hands lacked finesse—the delicate petals crumpled instantly.

The child's eyes widened, her lower lip trembling. Alexander quickly soothed her. "Flowers fade, sweetheart. Daddy will buy you ones that never wilt, okay?"

His anxious gaze darted to Evelyn, expecting anger. Instead, she sighed in amusement. "No flower lasts forever. Don't lie to her."

"They exist." Relieved, he seized the moment. "I ran into Gregory. He mentioned you repaying the debt."

Evelyn wasn't surprised. "Debts should be paid. Though I didn't realize you'd already settled it for me. I called you that day—you never answered."

For once, Alexander was forthright. "Petty jealousy. I'd prepared the payment, but if I hadn't..."

Had he not acted on pride, Evelyn wouldn't have needed Gregory's help. He knew her stubbornness well, yet had waited for her to yield.

"I'm sorry."

"That was over a year ago." Suddenly Evelyn understood why he hated her gratitude.

She retrieved a bank card from her purse. "I've transferred the interest to Gregory. This is your principal."

Now Alexander realized why the Andersons had met Evelyn privately that day. He refused firmly. "That's from your parents. I can't accept it."

"Then you remain my creditor." Her tone was calm. "My salary covers monthly interest payments."

Hadn't he insisted on maximum interest rates back then?

Alexander had no choice but to take the card. Rejecting it would only mean higher repayments later—making reconciliation even harder.

When Evelyn shared the PIN, his face froze. "This is—"

"First six digits of Gregory's phone number." She met his gaze steadily. "Appropriate for repaying him."

"Then I won't take it." He seized the excuse. "If you used his birthday for his repayment, mine should be used for yours."

Evelyn nearly laughed. "Are you five?"

"Absolutely." Alexander squared his shoulders. "But if you're settling debts, my feelings matter too, don't they?"