Chapter 744

Evelyn couldn't stop thinking about Preston Sinclair's gentleness.

The way he'd confessed his feelings—hesitant, vulnerable—as if terrified she might reject him, yet equally afraid she wouldn't understand.

Her chest ached, a suffocating pressure squeezing her heart.

Something inside her softened.

She pressed her lips together. Preston had saved her life. That debt couldn't be ignored.

"President, the doctors confirmed you're stable, but your right leg fracture requires bed rest. I've arranged for a transfer to New York. The medical facilities there are superior, and your family can oversee your care."

Evelyn hesitated. "We'll return once Mr. Sinclair wakes."

No wonder her right leg throbbed. The pain was dulled by anesthesia, but the fracture was undeniable.

At least it wasn't worse.

She'd nearly died.

Lincoln Sinclair's reach was longer than she'd anticipated. Even imprisoned, he'd orchestrated this attack.

He'd dared to target her.

Her expression darkened. This viper needed to be eliminated.

Nathan Blackwood had eyes everywhere in Sandford. The moment he learned of Evelyn's accident, he canceled his evening meeting and drove through the night to the hospital.

Standing outside her door, his pulse hammered.

Fear and fury twisted inside him.

A cold, murderous rage threatened to consume him.

He wanted blood.

Then he overheard Bennett's words.

His body locked.

Preston Sinclair shares Evelyn's blood type?

The realization struck like a blade.

Nathan remembered why Evelyn had divorced him—because he'd forced her to donate blood to Vanessa Holloway, treating her like a commodity.

Now, Preston had saved her. Preston had given his blood.

What had Nathan done?

The shame burned.

He couldn't face her. Not now. Not when this would only dredge up the past.

He'd been banking on Evelyn's lingering feelings for him.

If he barged in now, even that fragile hope would shatter.

After a long moment, Nathan turned and left as silently as he'd arrived.

Evelyn was alive. That was enough.

They had time.

Bennett excused himself when he noticed Evelyn's exhaustion.

Soon after, William Sterling arrived with his sons, Alexander and Lucas. William's eyes were red-rimmed, Lucas supporting him. Bennett greeted them respectfully.

William and Lucas entered the ward.

Alexander remained outside, his expression icy as he demanded details.

The Sterlings were furious.

Lincoln Sinclair had underestimated them.

A few unchecked murders had inflated his ego, made him reckless.

He'd never met Evelyn, yet he blamed her for his downfall.

Even from prison, he'd made sure she regretted coming to Sandford.