The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 27

At 9:30 PM, inside a temporary office at Metropolitan General.

Evelyn sat at the desk, finalizing the last of the surgical notes. Setting her pen down, she massaged her throbbing temples.

The adrenaline crash from the surgery was finally hitting her. Six straight hours of hyper-fixation, racing against death every single second—now that she could finally relax, her body was screaming in protest.

Her phone screen was lit up on the desk, displaying over a dozen missed calls.

Every single one was from Christian.

They had started rolling in around 3:00 PM, one every half hour. The most recent notification was a text sent ten minutes ago: "Pick up. We need to talk."

Evelyn stared at the screen, her eyes completely devoid of emotion.

She didn't call back. She didn't reply to the text. She simply switched the phone to vibrate and shoved it deep into her pocket.

The night outside was pitch black, the silence of the hospital corridor only broken by the occasional rattle of a medical cart or the hushed whispers of the nursing staff. She pushed herself up from the chair and walked to the window, gazing out at the sprawling city lights.

She would be saying goodbye to this city very soon—the place she had called home for three years.

If it hadn't been for today's sudden emergency surgery, she might have already been gone.

But since she took the case, she had to see it through to the end. Elder Thorne required a minimum of seventy-two hours of critical observation. She couldn't leave with a clear conscience until he was completely out of the danger zone.

That was her code of medical ethics.

A sharp knock on the door broke her thoughts.

"Come in."

Dr. Sterling pushed the door open, a massive, grateful smile plastered across his face. "Dr. Sullivan, you haven't rested yet? Thank you so much for today. You worked a miracle."

"It's my job." Evelyn turned to face him. "How is Julian doing?"

"Stable. Incredibly stable," Dr. Sterling marveled. "Dr. Sullivan, you literally snatched a life from the jaws of death today. I won't lie to you—before we wheeled him in, I didn't think we stood a chance. Given his condition... I honestly thought it was over."

"It was a team effort," Evelyn replied smoothly. "The Chief's technique is phenomenal, and the anesthesia team was perfectly synced."

"Stop being so modest." Dr. Sterling studied her, his eyes filled with intense curiosity. "Dr. Sullivan, I've wanted to ask you this for years... back in Geneva, why did you present anonymously? With your level of skill, you could dominate the global medical stage."

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