Chapter 105

The man standing before her was none other than William Montgomery, Eleanor Kingsley's husband.

Evelyn Sinclair stared at his broad, dependable back, a pang of sorrow twisting in her chest.

She had once yearned for a father's love, but fate had denied her that warmth—just as it had denied her a mother's embrace.

"How is Eleanor's condition?" William's voice was laced with urgency.

Victoria Lancaster's tears spilled over. "I don't know what went wrong. There was a complication during the surgery. She's hemorrhaging—they're still operating!"

"What?" William's face darkened instantly, and he sprinted toward the operating room.

Evelyn's heart stuttered. A complication? That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Her fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Then Victoria's icy voice cut through the air. "Where did all these RH-negative donors come from? First last time, and now again."

There was no gratitude in her tone—only bitter resentment.

Then again, this was the same woman who had sliced open her own son's cheek without hesitation. Did she even possess a conscience?

Right now, Evelyn's only concern was Eleanor's survival. As she waited, a sharp pain flared in her side—the tumor pressing against her nerves, sending waves of discomfort through her body.

Her hand instinctively reached for the painkillers in her bag, but she froze.

Alexander Blackwood had thrown them away.

A bitter smile touched her lips.

Just then, the nurse Victoria had berated earlier rushed over, beaming. "Miss, thank you for donating blood. Without you, Mrs. Montgomery might not have made it."

Evelyn swayed as she stood, her voice trembling. "How is she? Is the surgery over?"

"Appendectomies are usually minor procedures. If not for the complication, she’d have been out hours ago. Don’t worry—she’s stable now."

Relief crashed over Evelyn like a tidal wave.

Thank God. She was safe.

"Evelyn, so it was you!" Victoria's venomous voice hissed from behind.

Evelyn turned to face her, meeting those cold, arrogant eyes.

"Who asked you to interfere?" Victoria spat. "You’re filthy—how dare you taint my mother with your blood?"

Evelyn laughed darkly. "If I’m filthy, then you’re no better. Or have you forgotten? Your pathetic life was saved by my blood too."

"You—!"

Victoria's eyes burned with rage. She raised her hand to strike Evelyn's injured cheek—but Evelyn caught her wrist mid-air.

"Victoria, search your soul. Do you even have one left? Your son. Your mother. You’d sacrifice them both just to protect yourself. You’re not human anymore."

"Of course I’m human!" Victoria snarled. "But you? You’re a stray dog who doesn’t even know her own parents! Tell me—if my mother knew it was your blood in her veins, wouldn’t she vomit?"

"So you’d rather watch her die than accept my help?"

Furious, Evelyn shoved Victoria away.

Victoria staggered—then, spotting William approaching, she dramatically collapsed to the floor with a cry.

"Victoria!"

Evelyn barely steadied herself when William rushed past her, his face etched with concern as he helped his "fallen" daughter up.

"Are you hurt? Let me see," he fretted.

Victoria had already arranged her features into a mask of pitiful tears. "I’m fine, Father. Please… don’t blame Evelyn."

William’s gaze snapped to Evelyn, his expression hardening. "So you’re Evelyn Sinclair."

His piercing glare bore into her, fury darkening his features.

"You vile creature. First, you torment my daughter. Then, you brutalize an innocent child. You’re not fit to be called human!"