Chapter 76

"Family members, please wait. I need to verify some details," the doctor said, but his attention was clearly focused on Harrison this time.

When the doctor glanced at Nathan, he barely suppressed the urge to shake his head. This man was completely clueless. No wonder he was the patient's ex-husband.

Nathan stared at Harrison, jealousy burning in his chest. Blood types were such personal information, yet Harrison knew Evelyn's by heart. Swallowing his pride, he demanded, "How did you—"

"That's none of your concern," Harrison cut him off icily. "You should leave now."

"I'm staying until she wakes up." Nathan had sobered up slightly during the ordeal.

Harrison massaged his temples with elegant fingers. "Even if she does wake up, she won't want to see you."

"I was her husband. Doesn't that count for more than some stranger like you?"

"Actually, no. It counts for less."

The two men engaged in a silent battle of wills. Harrison held Nathan's gaze with such unwavering confidence that the latter eventually looked away first.

"At least she'll be alright."

"Naturally. I'm here." Harrison didn't give an inch.

Two days later, Evelyn's eyes fluttered open to find Julian in the adjacent hospital bed, his arm encased in plaster.

"Oh thank God you're awake!" Julian visibly relaxed as consciousness returned to his sister.

"Julian, who saved us?" Evelyn struggled to sit up, her head swimming with the movement. Her last memory was of someone risking their life to pull her from the wreckage.

She only recalled that the rescuer had seemed familiar.

"Harrison! Beatrice Whitmore's genius son. Ring any bells?"

Him? Evelyn's pulse quickened. "Where is he now?"

"Gone already. Said something about urgent business with Whitmore Group and told you to focus on recovering." Julian's words tumbled out excitedly. "You have no idea how bad it was. With your rare blood type, the hospital was helpless, but Harrison had it all arranged. He mobilized a dozen donors—"

"Wait, you mean he knew my blood type in advance and had preparations made?"

"That's exactly what happened."

Evelyn was stunned by such meticulous consideration. "Maybe Aunt Beatrice told him."

"Yeah, you should properly thank them later. But seriously, why didn't you steer the car?"

In a head-on collision, any driver would instinctively protect themselves by swerving to minimize impact on their side—sacrificing the passenger's safety. But Evelyn's passenger had been Julian, and she couldn't bear to endanger him.

She forced a weak smile. "I couldn't risk damaging that famous face of yours. Your fans would have murdered me."

Touched, Julian reached over to ruffle her disheveled hair. "Silly Evie. Promise me you'll never do that again. Protect yourself first. I'm—"

"If anything happened to you, Dominic and Elliot would hunt me to the ends of the earth."

"Alright, fine." Evelyn rolled her eyes playfully. "And let's hope there isn't a next time, you jinx."

Her expression darkened as she recalled how deliberately that truck had plowed into them.

"That accident was suspicious. We need to investigate."

"Already on it. Results should come in a couple days."

Evelyn nodded, her eyelids growing heavy. "I'm exhausted, Julian."

Julian immediately helped her lie back down, tucking the blankets around her. He debated mentioning Nathan's hospital visit but decided against it. Trash like Nathan didn't deserve a second of Evelyn's thoughts.

After two days of bed rest, Evelyn felt restless. The moment Julian stepped out, she attempted to get up.

"What do you think you're doing?" Julian's voice boomed before he even entered the room.

Pouting, Evelyn reluctantly slid back under the covers. "Ugh, come on! I'm turning into a bedridden potato here!"

Julian signaled the attendants to bring her gourmet meal. "Doctor says two more days of rest."

"Julian, why are you so considerate with me but completely clueless with Sophia?" Evelyn couldn't resist asking.

"Are you two gossiping about me?" Sophia's melodic voice interrupted as she appeared in the doorway.