Chapter 367
Evelyn was so drained that she barely registered when Nathan carried her to the bathroom to wash up.
By the time he tucked her back into bed, his phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand.
Nathan picked it up, his expression hardening as he read the message.
[Harrison: The Whitmores were in a car crash. Mrs. Whitmore died instantly. Mr. Whitmore is in critical condition.]
[Nathan: Secure the hospital. No one gets near him. And keep this from Chloe for now.]
He set the phone down and glanced at Evelyn, already deep in sleep.
He refused to let her blame herself for this tragedy.
Dressing quickly, he slipped out without a sound.
At the hospital…
"Mr. Goldmann." Harrison stepped forward the moment Nathan arrived. "The ICU is under surveillance. No updates on Mr. Whitmore yet."
"What did the police say?" Nathan asked.
Harrison frowned. "According to them, the car lost control on the highway and hit the divider. The driver and Mrs. Whitmore died on impact."
Nathan’s jaw tightened. "Why were they out so late?"
"The crash happened on the outbound route. They were probably heading home."
After taking hush money, only to meet disaster on the way back. Harrison didn’t believe in coincidences.
Just then, a doctor emerged. "Family of Mr. Whitmore?"
Harrison stepped forward. "How is he?"
The doctor removed his mask. "His ribs punctured a lung. He survived surgery, but his condition is unstable. We can’t predict when he’ll wake up."
Mrs. Whitmore hadn’t been so lucky. And if Mr. Whitmore woke up to that news…
Nathan gripped Harrison’s shoulder. "Handle this."
Harrison nodded. "Understood."
The next morning…
Evelyn stirred, only to be pulled back into warm arms.
Nathan nuzzled her neck, voice rough with sleep. "Stay."
"Did you turn into a thief last night?" she teased, surprised he wasn’t already up.
His lips curved against her skin. "I was busy with you."
Evelyn flushed, speechless.
Then she checked her phone—and bolted upright. "Oh no!"
Nathan sat up. "What?"
"Today’s my mother’s death anniversary. I have to go."
She rushed to the bathroom.
When she emerged, Nathan was fully dressed.
"I thought you wanted to sleep in?"
Buttoning his cuffs, he met her gaze. "I should pay respects to my future mother-in-law."
Evelyn froze.
Her grandfather, Harrison de Arma, was tied to his mother’s death. Yet here Nathan was, offering to go with her.
Cupping her face, he read her hesitation. "I told you before—I don’t hold you or your mother responsible. Stop overthinking."
His thumb brushed her cheek. "This is between me and the de Armas. Not you."