Chapter 745

Bennett and the others knew without a doubt that this was Lawrence Sinclair's doing, but there was no proof.

"The police have done everything they can," Bennett said. "But the driver still refuses to talk."

Alexander Sterling listened to the full report, his expression dark and unreadable.

"This is taking too long," he said coldly. "Find out who the driver is. Track down his family. Whoever they are, they need to understand the pain Evelyn went through. If he has no family, then plant our own people inside. Make sure both the driver and Lawrence Sinclair regret ever being born."

Alexander didn’t hesitate to use the most ruthless methods. Sterling Enterprises was meant for Evelyn to enjoy, not to risk her life for.

Anyone who dared threaten her would live to regret it.

Bennett had worked for Alexander for years, back when he still operated in the shadows before shifting to legitimate business. He knew Alexander was just like Nathan Blackwood—hardened by the cruelty of the world, indifferent to everyone except those they loved.

Compared to Alexander’s power, Lawrence Sinclair was nothing.

Bennett nodded. "Understood. I’ll handle it immediately."

Working for Evelyn had softened him, made him forget the ruthless man he used to be.

Evelyn stirred, blinking groggily as she took in the unfamiliar hospital room. Someone sat with their back to her.

When the figure turned, Lucas Sterling’s handsome face came into view.

"Lil E!" he grinned, brightening when he saw her awake. "Look! I signed your cast! It’s worth a fortune now!"

Her right foot was wrapped in plaster, covered in colorful doodles and Lucas’ flamboyant signature.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Why don’t you just give me a check? I’ll sell it back to you."

Lucas scoffed, about to retort when William Sterling suddenly stood, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Lil E, does it still hurt? Daddy’s heart is breaking!"

Evelyn’s throat tightened. She had almost never seen her family again. The warmth in her chest swelled, tears pricking at her eyes.

Lucas sighed dramatically and walked away.

It’s just a fracture. Why are they acting like it’s life or death?

Back when he’d been injured on set—three nails embedded in his back, bedridden for six months—William hadn’t shed a single tear. He’d just told Lucas to consider a career change.

Am I not his son too?

The door opened, and Alexander stepped in. His stern expression softened the moment he saw Evelyn awake.

"Are you okay? I’ll call the doctor."

Evelyn shook her head. "I’m fine."

William sighed, turning to Alexander. "Let’s get her home. This place feels unsafe."

Alexander nodded, but Evelyn protested. "Preston Sinclair saved me. He’s not awake yet—we should wait for him."

Soon, the Sterling men—including Donovan, who joined via video call—gathered around Evelyn’s bed to discuss arrangements.

With her injured, William refused to let her return to work. She would recuperate at home.

Alexander agreed.

Lucas seconded the motion.

Donovan was too absorbed in his experiments to contribute.

An hour later, a doctor knocked and entered.

"Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair is awake. He insists on seeing you."

Before the doctor could finish, the door opened again.

Preston Sinclair stood there, pale and weak from blood loss.

He blinked at the crowd inside, then offered a polite nod.

"Chairman Sterling. Looks like I’ve interrupted a family meeting."