Chapter 41

Seeing Alexander Hamilton remain silent, Annabelle Taylor finally turned around with a gentle smile. "Don't take it to heart, Dr. Carter. Alex has always been like this since childhood—always worrying about others. It often leads to misunderstandings. Please don’t mind it."

"Misunderstandings?"

"Yes. Girls tend to think he’s interested in them." Annabelle's eyes curved into crescents. "Back in school, he once lent his umbrella to a girl who forgot hers. She misunderstood his kindness and wasted years pining for him. Such a pity, don’t you think?"

Evelyn Carter let out a quiet chuckle.

"Dr. Carter, I hope you understand what I’m trying to say."

"Crystal clear."

"Good. It’s always easier talking to someone intelligent."

Evelyn lifted her gaze. "Are you done, Miss Taylor?"

"Almost."

"Then please leave. My next patient is waiting."

Annabelle stood but pushed the thermal container forward. "Drink the pear soup while it’s hot. It loses its effect when cold."

Evelyn smirked. "You should be saying that to Mr. Hamilton. Tell him to hurry up with signing the divorce papers."

Annabelle immediately feigned hurt. "Oh, Dr. Carter, you’ve misunderstood! I just wanted to bring you something soothing for your lungs. I wasn’t rushing the divorce."

"Whether you were or not, you know the truth."

Alexander reached for Annabelle’s arm. "Let’s go."

She jerked away and sat back down.

Evelyn raised a brow. "Something else?"

Annabelle smiled, resting a hand on her stomach. "Dr. Carter, could we exchange WeChat contacts?"

"Unnecessary."

"It’s my first pregnancy, and after the scare we had, I’m terrified. If anything happens, I’d like to reach you quickly."

Evelyn took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. "You live five minutes from the hospital."

Annabelle brightened. "Right! Pregnancy brain—they say it lasts three years. We’re staying in that apartment now, so close to the hospital."

"Anything else?"

"Let’s add each other. You saved this baby’s life. I’d love for you to attend the first-month celebration. It’ll be easier to coordinate."

Evelyn turned to Alexander. "Your firstborn?"

His face darkened, unable to meet her eyes.

Annabelle had already extended her phone with the QR code displayed. "Just scan it, Dr. Carter."

Evelyn stared at her. "I don’t add strangers."

Annabelle’s smile faded, her tone turning edged. "But hospital policy allows patients to add their doctors. You wouldn’t violate regulations, would you?"

Evelyn scoffed. How observant—even quoting hospital rules now.