Chapter 250

The comments beneath the article overflowed with praise for Evelyn, calling her both stunning and compassionate. Some even compared her to a celestial being, devoted to mending broken bodies and saving lives.

Evelyn felt her cheeks warm as she skimmed through them.

Then, one comment caught her attention:

"I saw this drop-dead gorgeous man wiping sweat from the beautiful doctor’s forehead while she was performing CPR. Trust me, you’ve never seen a face like his—the kind that etches itself into your memory forever. The way he looked at her? Pure tenderness. There’s definitely something special between them."

Evelyn’s fingers stilled.

Nathan, gazing at her with tenderness? That had to be an exaggeration.

She scrolled past a few more comments before replying to other messages, brushing off the observation. But gossip spread faster than wildfire, and soon, whispers filled the hospital corridors.

Colleagues who’d read the article couldn’t stop buzzing about it.

When the news reached Lila, bitterness coiled in her chest like a venomous snake.

Ever since the competition, Evelyn’s reputation had skyrocketed. Now, with this incident? No one dared speak ill of her.

Lila’s nails dug into her palms.

So what if Evelyn saved a life? It could’ve been staged—some desperate actor paid to play the victim, all to make Evelyn look like a saint.

That evening, Evelyn left work on time, heading straight to Serena Cole’s villa for dinner with Eleanor and the others.

Unsurprisingly, Eleanor brought it up the moment she sat down. “Darling, I’m so proud of you!” she gushed, eyes sparkling.

Evelyn smiled, about to respond—

Then Isabelle cut in, voice laced with curiosity. “Evelyn, one of the comments mentioned a man beside you during the rescue. He wiped your sweat, supported you… Who was it?”

Evelyn’s smile faltered.

Eleanor’s gaze sharpened, waiting.