Chapter 270

Liam's voice trembled as he asked, "Do you still mean what you said?"

Evelyn avoided his gaze, guilt flashing in her eyes. She remained silent.

The pause stretched between them like an endless chasm. Liam's face, usually so composed, now showed every line of exhaustion and heartbreak. His bloodshot eyes betrayed sleepless nights.

He couldn't bear to hear her answer. The silence at least preserved the fragile hope he clung to.

Finally, she whispered, "No."

A bitter smile twisted his lips. Tears threatened to spill as he fought to maintain control.

Seeing his devastated expression, Evelyn's heart ached. "Liam, you should go home and rest," she suggested gently.

His voice was rough when he spoke. "In such a hurry to be rid of me?"

"That's not what I meant."

He stood abruptly. "I know. Get some rest." Without another word, he strode from the room, his broad shoulders rigid with tension.

Evelyn watched him leave, sensing more than just physical exhaustion in his retreating form.

As soon as Liam departed, two nurses entered, with security personnel stationed outside. "Thank heavens you're awake, Ms. Carter," one nurse exclaimed. "Mr. Blackwood was wearing himself to the bone waiting for you."

Evelyn's pulse quickened. "What happened to him?"

"He hasn't left your side for days. Barely ate, barely slept. The man looked like death warmed over."

Evelyn clutched the blanket, tears pricking her eyes. Seven days and nights of unwavering vigil.

Now that she was conscious, perhaps he could finally find peace.

Composing herself, she asked, "May I borrow your phone?"

The nurse handed over a mobile. Evelyn dialed from memory. The line connected after two rings.

"Rosalind, it's me."

"Evelyn?" Rosalind's voice spiked with excitement. "How did you get this number? Have your memories returned?"

"Yes."

"Praise the heavens! The real Evelyn is back."

"I need your help."

"Anything, Evelyn. Just say the word."

"I can't return yet. Don't inform headquarters about my condition."

"Understood."

"I'm at the hospital. I'll send the address. Bring the pen gun I gave you."

"Consider it done."

After ending the call, Evelyn returned the phone with quiet thanks.

For the next three days, Rosalind provided round-the-clock care, leaving little for the hospital staff to do.

Liam never returned. Perhaps buried in work, or perhaps too wounded by her rejection.

On the fourth morning, discharge papers in hand, Rosalind packed Evelyn's belongings. "Where are you staying? I'll move in - better protection and care that way."