Chapter 298

"The surgery was a complete success. Evelyn Carter is stable now. She should regain consciousness soon."

A collective sigh of relief filled the room.

Harrison Whitmore placed a firm hand on Benedict Harrison's shoulder. "You did well."

But the mood shifted when Benedict leaned into Harrison's touch with a tired grin. "After all that work, this is all I get? Where's my proper thank you?"

Harrison shoved his head away playfully. "Name your price. If you want the stars, I'll charter a rocket."

Benedict's eyes lit up.

"Remember those words. No take-backs."

Yawning dramatically, he stretched. "That surgery drained me. I need a nap before claiming my reward."

Harrison signaled his security team to escort Benedict to a private suite.

Meanwhile, in the operating theater, medical staff buzzed with disbelief.

"Her oxygen deprivation lasted nearly twenty minutes! How is there zero neurological damage?"

"This defies all medical literature."

"Dr. Harrison just rewrote the textbooks."

"I'm submitting this case study to The Lancet. This is groundbreaking!"

They pored over surgical notes like sacred texts, marveling at Benedict's precision.

Once stabilized, Evelyn was transferred to the penthouse recovery suite. Harrison remained rooted beside her bed, his gaze never leaving her pale features.

Outside, Julian Hartwell reached for the door handle, only for Dominic Kingsley to intercept him. "Give them space."

Julian's jaw tightened. "If that bastard hurts her again, I'll—"

Dominic cut him off. "After everything? Even a fool could see Harrison's devotion. This isn't our battle. But we have others to fight."

The unspoken meaning hung between them.

Evelyn's abduction had triggered seismic repercussions.

As a Kingsley heiress, her disappearance during Dunhill's high-profile gala had mobilized special forces. The mayor had personally delivered three public apologies.

Dominic checked his Rolex. "We need to contain the fallout."

"Let's go."

As they turned, a shadow detached from the corridor's gloom.

Nathan Sterling stood there, his Armani suit wrinkled from hours of waiting.

Julian's lip curled. "Divorced means divorced. Stop haunting her like some lovesick ghost. You had your chance."

Nathan didn't flinch. "My relationship with Evelyn isn't your concern."

"Like hell it isn't!" Julian advanced, fists clenched. "You paraded Isabella Delaney while Evelyn played the dutiful wife. You're lucky I don't—"

"I never cheated."

The quiet declaration stopped Julian mid-rant. He barked a laugh. "You expect anyone to believe that?"

Nathan's gaze never wavered. "The truth doesn't require belief."

Dominic stepped between them. "However brave your delusions, we're done here. Evelyn needs peace, not your theatrics."

As they walked away, Julian muttered, "That man's audacity should be studied."

Dominic's phone buzzed with a security alert. "Focus. We have a corporate war to win."

Behind them, Nathan watched the ICU doors slide shut, his expression unreadable. The game had only just begun.