Chapter 489
In the hospital.
After sending the twins home, Sebastian returned to the ward. His breath caught when he saw Dominic's expression.
Dominic had always carried himself with aristocratic poise. But now, under the harsh fluorescent lights, his chiseled features looked gaunt with grief.
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak when Dominic's piercing gaze locked onto him. "Find whoever did this immediately. They won't live to see another sunrise. Sebastian is already investigating. Work with him."
His voice was rough with barely contained fury. Each word dripped with lethal intent.
Sebastian gave a curt nod. "Understood, sir. If this was an accid—"
"It wasn't an accident!" Dominic's voice cracked like a whip.
Sebastian flinched at the raw anger.
"My gut tells me this was deliberate. My wife and unborn child almost died. They're lying in that bed right now. Does that look like an accident to you?"
They say women's intuition is strong, but a man's instincts can be just as deadly accurate.
Sebastian swallowed hard. Seeing his usually composed boss unravel was unsettling.
Finally, he responded, "On the drive back to Blackwood Manor, young Master Alexander gave me the license plate and model of the vehicle that hit Mrs. Sinclair. If the plates are fake, it'll complicate things, but rest assured, Mr. Blackwood, we'll hunt them down."
Dominic's eyes darkened like gathering storm clouds.
Whoever dared harm his wife would pay with their life.
Dominic didn't sleep all night.
The ICU had round-the-clock nurses. His presence wasn't necessary.
Yet he refused to leave Evelyn's side.
Though a cot sat nearby for family members, Dominic remained perched on Evelyn's bed, cradling her limp hand until dawn.
Morning light spilled through the blinds, painting golden stripes across Evelyn's peaceful face.
She still hadn't woken.
At 8:30 AM, a nurse arrived with Evelyn's medication.
She carefully propped Evelyn up and attempted to spoon-feed the liquid medicine—crushed pills mixed with water to prevent post-op complications.
Dominic's intimidating presence made the nurse's hands shake.
Most of the medicine dribbled down Evelyn's chin as her lips remained stubbornly sealed against the bitter taste.
Dominic's expression darkened.
The nurse fumbled with a damp cloth, smearing medicine across Evelyn's cheek under Dominic's glacial stare.
"Enough." Dominic snatched the bowl from her trembling hands. "I'll do it."
"But Mr. Blackwood, this is my—"
"Get out." His voice could've frozen hell.
The nurse fled without looking back.
Once alone, Dominic's demeanor softened. He gathered Evelyn against his chest and took a sip of the medicine himself.
Then he pressed his lips to hers, transferring the liquid.
Just as he finished, Evelyn's fingers twitched.
Dominic stilled. "Evelyn?" His voice was uncharacteristically tender.
The heart monitor beeped faster.
Evelyn's lashes fluttered. Then her eyes opened—hazy with confusion.
The normally stoic man nearly wept with relief. "Evelyn? Can you hear me?" He hit the call button.
Her head throbbed. The room swam into focus slowly.
When she tried rubbing her temples, Dominic intercepted her hand. "Headache? Let me." His skilled fingers worked magic on her pounding skull.
Then realization struck. Her hand flew to her abdomen. "The baby! Dominic, is our baby—"
Her stomach ached terribly. Had they lost it?
Dominic gathered her close. "Shh, our child is safe. Still with us."
Evelyn searched his face. "You're not lying to me?"
"I swear it."
The hospital director burst in with a team of nurses, visibly relieved to find Evelyn conscious.
After a thorough exam, the director marveled at Julian Whitmore's surgical skill—he'd never seen such medical brilliance. Both mother and child had been saved against all odds.