Chapter 761

The killer had targeted Evelyn for his daughter's sake. She'd only survived by sheer luck.

What if she hadn't escaped in time?

What if Preston hadn't arrived when he did?

Alexander refused to waste a single cent on the murderer's family. Evelyn stayed silent for a moment, touched by their protectiveness.

Under normal circumstances, Alexander would have thrown money at the problem.

The killer's wife had a weakness for cash. Charging her with extortion would have landed her behind bars too.

But Alexander hadn't done it out of spite. Evelyn pressed her lips together, her bright eyes dimming slightly.

"Alex, this money will improve our public image and secure the Sandford project. It's worth it."

She was still a businesswoman who could weigh pros and cons in seconds.

A few million meant nothing to them.

Alexander knew her mind was made up. "Fine. We'll do it your way. But one condition—you don't leave this hospital. Let others handle everything else."

Evelyn smiled.

"Of course. I don’t plan on being a cripple."

Alexander chuckled. They discussed family matters before ending the call.

Not long after, a knock sounded at the door.

Assuming it was the doctor, Evelyn didn’t look up. "Come in."

A round-faced man beamed at her.

"Ms. Sinclair! It's been ages! I've missed you so much!"

Evelyn stiffened. "Theodore?"

Nathan’s cousin.

Why was he here?

Theodore had gained weight, his eyes nearly disappearing when he smiled. But it didn’t slow him down.

He efficiently arranged the dishes he’d brought on the side table.

"I heard you were sick. I had to see you—for old times' sake!"

Evelyn forced a polite smile, hiding her confusion.

Since when were they close enough for "old times' sake"?

Theodore handed her a fork. "Homemade, low-fat, nutrient-packed. Perfect for recovery. Try it!"

Evelyn arched a brow. She trusted his cooking. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have stayed at Highland Estates so long when Nathan was injured.

Theodore had a knack for understanding women’s tastes. His meals were never greasy, always flavorful.

Despite her surprise, the spread made her stomach growl.

She took a bite of ravioli. The burst of flavor made her sigh in pleasure.

Her mood lifted instantly. She gestured to the chair opposite her.

"Sit."

Theodore didn’t hesitate. He slid on gloves and sliced into the crispy roasted beef.

He sighed dramatically.

"Mr. Blackwood hasn’t slept properly in days. Sometimes he just passes out at his desk. Breaks my heart."

Ah. So that was his real purpose—playing sympathy card for Nathan.

Evelyn frowned. "He’s making millions per minute. Why should you feel bad for him?"

A butler earning five figures worrying over a billionaire?

Theodore froze.

He choked on his next words.