The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 526

That evening, Evelyn returned to her room and booted up her laptop. Several video feeds were already waiting for her on the screen—her elite medical task force. Professor Hans Weber from Germany was there, along with Dr. Katherine Hayes from Japan, an Indian-American specialist, and her silver-haired mentor, Dr. Alistair Hamilton. She adjusted her webcam and slipped effortlessly into professional English.

"Let's begin."

The virtual room fell silent as everyone's attention shifted to her. She pulled up a dense data report, the screen filling with complex metrics. The latest clinical trial results for the TK-7 combination therapy were finally in, and they had far exceeded expectations. Professor Hans Weber pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and asked a pointed question about potential toxicity. Evelyn instantly pulled up a secondary spreadsheet, delivering a sharp, data-backed answer without missing a beat. Dr. Katherine Hayes followed up with an inquiry about patent licensing, and after a moment's thought, Evelyn proposed a comprehensive strategy. Not a single person in the meeting questioned her judgment; they simply listened intently, jotting down every word.

As she spoke, she discreetly massaged her lower back. Sitting for so long was taking its toll, causing a dull ache to radiate through her muscles. Still, her voice never wavered—it remained steady, perfectly articulate, and utterly in control.

In the next room, Sebastian was stationed in front of his own laptop. His mother and grandfather were in two side-by-side video windows. It was mid-afternoon over in the Bay Area, and bright sunlight spilled through the windows, illuminating the drapes behind his mother.

"Mom. Grandpa," Sebastian greeted them.

His mother scrutinized his face on the screen. "You've lost weight. And you have a bruise on your face. Were you in another fight?"

Sebastian remained silent. The elderly patriarch sat beside her, clad in a crisp dark grey suit, his hair snow-white but his eyes sharp and alert. He leaned closer to the camera, squinting at his grandson.

"I heard Evelyn is pregnant," his grandfather boomed, his voice practically shaking the speakers. "Are you taking after me in my prime?"

The tips of Sebastian's ears flushed. "Grandpa, keep your voice down."

"Why should I? I'm family," the old man grumbled, glaring through the lens. "I'll tell you what, I honestly thought you were going to be single forever. We introduced you to so many brilliant women, and you turned your nose up at every single one. I was starting to think you preferred men."

His mother couldn't help but laugh. "Dad, don't say things like that."

"What's wrong with saying it?" His grandfather turned to look at her. "He's almost thirty and has never even had a proper girlfriend. What else was I supposed to think?"

Sebastian sat at his desk, utterly speechless. The old man turned his attention back to the screen.

"How is her health? Is that old fossil Charles giving you a hard time?"

Sebastian shook his head. "No. She's doing well. Mr. Charles has been very fair with me."