Chapter 415

"Go if you want. I'm not going," Henry said icily before storming back to his bedroom.

"Henry, waaah... I miss Mommy. When is she coming home?" Lily chased after him desperately, clinging to his sleeve like a lifeline.

"She'll be back soon." Henry's voice held an eerie certainty.

Dominic was dead. His mother had nothing left to fear now.

Michael drove Evelyn to St. Elizabeth Medical Center, transferring her care to Wesley.

"Which hospital is he at?" Evelyn's voice was barely audible when she saw Wesley.

"Metropolitan General. Latest update is they're still performing CPR," Wesley answered gently. "Don't panic."

He helped her onto the examination table.

Minutes later, clarity returned to Evelyn's eyes. "Wesley... did you say he's alive?"

Wesley exhaled heavily. "Cardiac arrest, but they revived him. The battle's still ongoing."

Evelyn released a shuddering breath.

Wesley wheeled her to the trauma bay. Scissors flashed as he cut away her blood-soaked pants.

The bandage beneath was crimson.

"Evelyn, how did this happen? You were supposed to be resting!" Wesley's brow furrowed as he peeled back the gauze with clinical precision.

"It doesn't hurt much," she murmured.

"That's not the point! This level of neglect risks serious infection!" Wesley's tone sharpened. "Thank God Michael found you."

Meanwhile, Michael stood at the entrance, dialing Nathan repeatedly.

He needed to update him about Dominic's condition, but all calls went straight to voicemail.

"That bastard blocked me!" Michael snarled, shoving his phone away before returning to the ER.

His breath caught seeing Evelyn's injuries. "Jesus Christ, Evelyn! Are you trying to lose the damn leg?"

Michael's outburst sparked a flicker of emotion in Evelyn's exhausted eyes.

"Stop yelling."

"Look at this mess! What am I supposed to do, applaud?" Michael raked a hand through his hair. "Wes, will she recover?"

Wesley shook his head. "The laceration's extensive. Significant scarring is inevitable."

"Scars we can handle. Just no amputations." Michael watched Wesley clean the wound. "Hospital stay required?"

"Advisable, but not mandatory. I can do home visits for dressing changes," Wesley offered, meeting Evelyn's gaze. "You'd recover better at Mooncrest Manor. The children miss you terribly."

Evelyn nodded weakly.

Exhaustion dragged at her eyelids. Forty-eight hours without sleep, constant terror, and now this fragile hope about Dominic - her body surrendered to oblivion.

As Wesley finished bandaging, Evelyn succumbed to sleep. Michael tucked the blanket around her shoulders.

Wesley prepared IV antibiotics and anti-inflammatories.

"Go handle your business, Michael. I'll get her home when she wakes," Wesley assured.

"Right. I'll check on Dominic at Metropolitan General. Not that I care, but Evelyn clearly does."

Wesley nodded.

"Give it up, doc," Michael added with uncharacteristic gentleness. "Even if things end with Dominic, you're not her type. Don't waste your life waiting." Wesley flushed. "I know. I never expected anything."

At Metropolitan General, after twelve hours of resuscitation efforts, Dominic was transferred to ICU.

One week. That's how long he needed to survive before doctors would declare him out of danger.

As night fell, Lucas took Dominic's estate attorney to dinner.

The attorney declined.

"Relax," Lucas said smoothly. "I'm not fishing for inheritance details. I already know how it's structured."