Chapter 95

The ambulance screamed into the emergency bay.

Evelyn Carter pressed hard on Margaret Hamilton's bleeding head wound, the gauze already soaked through with blood.

"Blood pressure still dropping!" a nurse shouted urgently.

Before the wheels fully stopped, Evelyn leaped out. "Now! Straight to the OR!"

She staggered, nearly collapsing to her knees.

Alexander Hamilton caught her by the waist. "Careful."

Evelyn shoved him away. "Forget me—get the stretcher!"

The OR doors slammed shut.

Leaning against the wall, Evelyn noticed her lab coat's hem was drenched in blood.

"Young madam..." Auntie Marry offered tissues.

Evelyn took them, mechanically wiping her hands. "She'll be fine."

A commotion erupted down the hallway.

"Alexander, you can't leave!" Annabelle Taylor clung to his sleeve. "My stomach hurts terribly..."

Alexander's face darkened. "Let go."

"Are you going to her again? I'm your wife!"

Evelyn turned away.

A nurse rushed over with a clipboard. "Family member? We need signatures!"

Auntie Marry stamped her foot. "Young master! Your mother's in critical condition!"

Alexander wrenched free from Annabelle's grasp.

Annabelle shrieked as she fell. "My baby!"

Alexander froze mid-step.

"I'll sign." Evelyn snatched the clipboard, scrawling her name.

The nurse hesitated. "But—"

"I'll take responsibility."

The OR doors reopened. A doctor peered out. "Emergency transfusion needed—blood bank's low!"

Evelyn rolled up her sleeve. "Take mine. Same blood type."

As the needle pierced her vein, she saw Alexander carrying Annabelle toward the OB-GYN department.

Blood flowed slowly through the clear tube.

Like the wound in her heart that would never heal, bleeding anew.