Chapter 747
Preston Sinclair raised an eyebrow, hesitating for a brief moment before speaking.
"I don't understand, Mr. Sterling. Are you interested in Evelyn?"
A faint smirk appeared on his pale face.
"Yes. I've been pursuing her all along."
Facing Alexander Sterling—a man who could read people's intentions with a single glance, and who might even become his future brother-in-law—Preston saw no point in hiding anything.
Alexander's lips curved slightly. It was the answer he had expected. "Mr. Sinclair, do you think I stand a chance?"
Preston couldn't help but ask. The uncertainty made him uneasy, and he sought some reassurance from Alexander.
After all, Alexander was Evelyn's brother.
Alexander lowered his gaze, his tone carrying a hint of amused sympathy. "Mr. Sinclair, in our family, opinions don’t matter much. Evelyn always has the final say."
No one could sway Evelyn’s decisions. When she had been determined to cut ties with the Sterling family to marry Nathan Blackwood, their protests had been useless—only fueling her defiance.
Now, they knew better than to interfere.
As long as Evelyn was happy, who cared who she chose?
With the Sterling family behind her, no one would dare mistreat her.
Preston froze for a second, sensing the unspoken history in Alexander’s words.
He nodded, offering a quiet, understanding smile.
His upbringing had taught him not to pry into secrets others weren’t willing to share.
The car soon arrived in New York City.
William Sterling had close ties with the director of the elite private hospital. The patients here were anything but ordinary, and the medical equipment was the finest in the world.
Naturally, it was also the most expensive.
Evelyn’s rare blood type wouldn’t get priority in a regular hospital, but here, she did.
They ran another thorough examination.
Evelyn’s leg was badly fractured, leaving her unable to walk. A nurse with impeccable bedside manners helped wheel her around.
The series of tests took over an hour.
When they were finally done, the nurse cheerfully pushed Evelyn back to her private ward.
Preston was waiting outside.
He sat with his forehead resting against loosely clenched fists.
Evelyn paused, signaling for the nurse to leave. She pressed the button on her motorized wheelchair and moved toward him.
Her emotions tangled at the sight of him.
Her heart ached—for him, and for the version of herself she had been during those three miserable years married to Nathan.
She didn’t want Preston to suffer like she had. That kind of pain was unbearable.
It shattered pride. It destroyed confidence.
Preston looked up as she approached. His eyes were still slightly red, but his gaze remained warm.
He smiled, though his face was still pale from blood loss. His concern immediately shifted to her leg.
"How was the checkup? Does it still hurt?"
He had noticed her pain the moment they stepped out of the car—how hard she had bitten her lip to keep from crying out.
A warmth spread through her chest. She chuckled. "It stopped hurting a while ago."
Preston’s expression softened, his well-defined brows relaxing slightly. "Good."
Evelyn hesitated. "I didn’t expect we’d have the same blood type. If something happens to either of us, we’re both in trouble."
Preston’s smile faded. His gaze intensified.
"Evelyn, your blood type might be rare, but you’re not alone. No one is beyond saving—especially not you."
Evelyn froze.
Except for those three years when she had been nothing but a blood bank for Vanessa Holloway, she had always valued her life above all else.