Chapter 54

"Evelyn!"

Eleanor Kingsley rushed forward and grabbed Evelyn Sinclair's wrist.

Evelyn's palms were clammy with cold sweat. "Where's Alexander? How bad are his injuries?"

"He's fine, he's fine," Eleanor reassured her, though her fingers trembled uncontrollably. "It just looks worse than it is..."

"Ethan said he was critical..." Evelyn's voice shook.

"That boy was dazed from the crash!" Eleanor suddenly raised her voice. "The doctor just said his condition is stable!"

Hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.

Ethan Miller charged forward with red-rimmed eyes, skidding to a stop when he saw Evelyn.

"Happy now, Miss Sinclair?" He gritted his teeth. "Lord Alex wouldn't be here if he hadn't been chasing your car!"

"Nonsense!" Mr. Kingsley snapped. "The surveillance shows the truck was at fault!"

Eleanor pulled Evelyn toward the hospital room. "Ignore him. Let's go see Alex."

The door suddenly swung open.

The attending physician removed his mask. "The patient is awake, but..." He hesitated, glancing at Evelyn. "I'd advise against agitating him right now."

Evelyn froze mid-step.

"I'll check on him." Mr. Kingsley strode into the room.

Less than three minutes later, he emerged grim-faced and caught Eleanor before she could enter.

"Don't go in," he muttered. "The kid is... crying."

Eleanor's eyes widened.

"He's hugging a pillow and calling for Evelyn," Mr. Kingsley said awkwardly. "And swearing he'll haunt Vincent Sullivan even as a ghost..."

Evelyn took a half-step back.

"I should check on Sophie." She turned to leave.

Eleanor hurried after her. "Evelyn, it's just the anesthesia wearing off—"

A loud thud came from around the corridor corner.

Ethan had collapsed to his knees, sobbing into his phone. "Lord Alex! Miss Sinclair really left!"

A deafening crash came from the hospital room.

"Code blue!" The doctor paled. "Patient tore out his IV stand!"

As Mr. Kingsley burst inside, he heard his son roar: "Bring Vincent Sullivan to me—now!"

Evelyn stood by the elevator, quietly pressing the down button.

Her phone vibrated.

"Mr. Sullivan? Yes, I've already emailed you the draft..."

She didn't notice Eleanor recording the entire scene from the emergency stairwell.

"Darling," Eleanor sighed into the video. "Do you think our son can still be saved?"

Mr. Kingsley watched Alexander frantically pressing the call button inside the room and shook his head gravely.

"What if..." Eleanor's eyes suddenly lit up. "We show him Sophie's paternity test results?"

"No!" Mr. Kingsley cut her off. "In his current state, he'd jump out the window the second he saw it!"

A shrill alarm blared from the nurses' station.

"Patient in 302 pulled out his IV!" a nurse cried. "Says he's going to kill some Vincent Sullivan!"

The elevator doors slid shut behind Evelyn.

The last thing she saw was Ethan slumped on the floor, wailing into his phone: "Lord Alex... why must you torture yourself like this..."

As the elevator descended, Evelyn received Eleanor's video.

The footage showed Alexander punching a pillow against the wall, treating it like Vincent.

The caption read:

[Evelyn, I think he's truly lost his mind]