Chapter 345
"It'll be fine. I won't mention you even if he tracks me down. Don't worry!" Eric reassured.
"Alright. Focus on your rehab. I'll be waiting for your return."
"I'll give it everything I've got!"
That evening, an unexpected visitor arrived at Eric's secluded mountain retreat.
He never imagined Dominic Blackwood would find him this quickly.
Dominic wasn't alone—Sophia stood quietly beside him.
"Hello, Eric. Apologies for the intrusion," Dominic said with polite restraint. "I've been searching for you for a long time. If not for the video you posted this morning, it might have taken even longer."
Eric's expression remained unreadable.
"How can I assist you, Mr. Blackwood?" he replied with equal courtesy.
Dominic glanced at Sophia, then gestured toward the garden. "There's a cat over there, Sophia. Why don’t you go take a look?"
Sophia wandered off with the bodyguard in tow.
Once she was out of earshot, Dominic turned back to Eric, his gaze intense.
"She’s my sister. She’s had a cognitive disability since birth."
Eric stiffened in surprise.
"My sister is kind-hearted, pure in ways most people can’t fathom," Dominic continued, his voice rough with emotion. "If you knew what she’s endured, you’d understand why I’m here."
He handed Eric a stack of photographs.
The first image showed a frail girl lying in a hospital bed.
Her body was skeletal, marred with bruises—horrific evidence of cruelty.
Eric couldn’t bear to look further and set the photos aside.
"Do you know how she got those injuries?" Dominic asked, retrieving the photos. "Our father did this to her. He was ashamed of her condition, so he beat her. Hard to believe, isn’t it? Especially when you saw how brightly she smiled at you earlier."
Eric’s jaw tightened.
"Mr. Blackwood, are you asking if my doctor can help your sister?"
"Yes. I’ll sacrifice anything if it means improving her life."
Eric exhaled. "After my accident, my family contacted Professor Sebastian Whitmore. He would’ve operated on me himself if he hadn’t passed away unexpectedly."
Dominic waited, brows raised.
"After his death, his assistant, Wesley Ashford, arranged for another surgeon."
A pause. Then, against his better judgment, Eric relented.
"You must know Evelyn Thorne. She performed my surgery but insisted on anonymity."
Dominic went utterly still.
Evelyn Thorne.
How could it be her?
She’d studied medicine but never pursued it professionally.
There was no way she could have operated on Eric Montclair!
"Miss Thorne told me she followed Professor Whitmore’s treatment plan," Eric added. "She even asked me to pay the medical fees to his family. She doesn’t want to be involved further. I sympathize with your sister, Mr. Blackwood, but I hope you’ll respect her wishes."
Dominic’s laugh was bitter. "Do you know who Evelyn Thorne is to me?"
Eric shook his head.
"My ex-wife," Dominic said, the words like a blade twisting in his chest.
Evelyn had lied to him.
She claimed she didn’t know Eric Montclair. Was this what she meant?