But what about Evadne?
His precious daughter had always worn her heart on her sleeve—once she loved, she loved for life, and she’d given her heart entirely to Thaddeus. Now, with Thaddeus no longer loving her, how could she ever move on? The one left behind is always the one who suffers most.
Just then, a nurse knocked and entered the room.
“Mr. Frederic, it’s time for your check-up.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Alexia gripped the handles of the wheelchair, ready to push Frederic out. Chad turned to Emeric, his manners impeccable. “Chairman Emeric, I’m sure you have much you’d like to discuss with Ms. Evadne. I’ll leave you to it. This hospital has an excellent reputation, and I’ve arranged for several renowned surgeons to consult on Ms. Evadne’s case first thing tomorrow. But if you’d feel more comfortable elsewhere, I can help with a transfer—whatever’s best for your daughter. Just let me know.”
Emeric exhaled slowly. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
…
After Chad left, Emeric asked the three ladies to step out, wanting a moment alone with Evadne.
“Who does this Alexia woman think she is? The more I look at her, the less I like her!” Aviana planted a hand on her hip and stomped her foot in frustration. “If Emeric hadn’t been there, I’d have given her a piece of my mind!”
“I heard she’s Mr. Chad’s private physician,” Suri said quietly, dabbing away a tear with a handkerchief she pulled from her purse.
“A private physician?” Myra, usually quiet but always observant, frowned slightly. “Verna, who looks after my daughter, mentioned that Alexia loves getting her nails done, but because of her profession, she can’t. None of the doctors at this hospital even wear nail polish. But that girl—her nails are just a little too long, not outrageous, but still… it stands out.”
Suri and Aviana, consumed with sadness and irritation, hadn’t noticed this detail.
Myra knit her brow. “The Abernathy family is old money. Mr. Abernathy is Mr. Frederic’s eldest son, raised with every advantage. And he’s not in great health—why would they let someone who seems so unprofessional get close to him? It doesn’t add up.”
Aviana let out a cold laugh. “Doctor by day… who knows what at night. I remember my father’s old friends—so many had a ‘housekeeper’ or a ‘massage therapist’ or even a ‘chess tutor’—all sorts of titles, but at the end of the day, it was always about what went on behind closed doors!”
Myra hesitated. “Still, Mr. Abernathy seems like a decent man…”
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