Chapter 746

William Sterling's attitude toward Preston Sinclair was noticeably warmer. After all, Preston was the one who had saved Evelyn. That set him apart from her usual admirers.

"Preston, you should rest. Are you feeling better now?"

Preston nodded. His gaze shifted to Evelyn. Seeing her right leg in a cast, his pupils contracted sharply.

Evelyn smiled. "Just a fracture. It'll heal soon. Mr. Sinclair, thank you."

Her gratitude was genuine.

In that moment, her reflexes hadn't been fast enough to avoid the car. Without Preston, her injuries would have been far worse than a fractured leg.

Preston's eyes were still slightly red. His face was pale as he managed a weak smile.

"I'm just glad you're alright."

Lucas chuckled from the side. "I think we should leave and let Evelyn talk to Mr. Sinclair alone!"

Preston shot him a grateful look.

William smacked the back of Lucas's head. "Nonsense! At a time like this, family should stick together. Preston's family isn't here, so we're his family now. How could we leave? They're both patients—what if they faint?"

Lucas rubbed his head, looking dumbfounded, then nodded obediently.

"Right. Dad's always the most thoughtful—"

"Hmph!"

William rolled his eyes and hurried to support Preston.

"Come on, Preston. The car's ready. We're just waiting for you. We've arranged everything with the hospital in New York—you'll get the best care. I'm your Uncle William now, and I'll make sure you recover completely!"

William's enthusiasm for Preston had doubled, especially after learning they shared the same blood type.

Preston, flustered, moved to sit down.

Alexander Sterling raised an eyebrow subtly. William had always kept his distance from Evelyn's suitors. Even Nathan Blackwood only ever addressed him as "Chairman Sterling."

But now, William was calling himself "Uncle William"? The change was... unusual.

Evelyn smiled at Preston's nervousness and reassured him.

"My father is truly grateful to you. He's always been warm and affectionate, so don't feel restrained, Mr. Sinclair."

Lucas nearly choked. Warm and affectionate? Yeah, right.

Preston smiled and nodded. Despite his sickly pallor, his expression remained gentle. "Then I’ll trouble you, Uncle William."

"Not at all!"

To ensure the patients' comfort, William had arranged two Rolls-Royces—renowned for their unmatched stability and luxury.

Preston and Alexander rode in one car, while William, Lucas, and Evelyn took the other.

Lucas kept poking Evelyn's cast. "Does it hurt?"

At first, the pain had been mild, but once the anesthesia wore off, a deep, throbbing ache spread through her bones.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. Why won’t the universe just take him already?

It hurt—badly. But she didn’t want William to worry and delay their return, so she forced a smile.

"Nope. Barely feel it. Just a dull ache, totally manageable."

William glanced at his resilient daughter with pride, then shot Lucas a disapproving look.

"You think she's like you? You demand painkillers for a stomachache and make a scene over every scratch. Your sister’s tougher than you’ll ever be."

Lucas lowered his head. Is it a crime to have a low pain tolerance?

In the other car, the atmosphere was icy and silent.

The driver didn’t speak. Alexander didn’t know what to say. Preston didn’t know how to start a conversation.

Halfway through the ride, Alexander suddenly remembered something.

"Mr. Sinclair, what brought you to Sandford so suddenly?"

Sandford was far less developed than New York or San Francisco, with limited growth potential.

Why would Preston Sinclair—a Wall Street tycoon and high-profile investor—go there?

"To see Evelyn." Preston answered frankly. He smiled, his voice warm and refined.