The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 575

"They weren't sure," Evelyn leaned back against the seat. "That's why they aimed for the rear. The back seat is where I usually sit. They might have been tracking us and noticed my habits."

Sebastian's fingers slowly curled into a tight fist.

"If they were after you, why not make the hit at the hospital? It would have been cleaner."

"The hospital is swarming with Charles's men." Evelyn looked at him. "Maybe they didn't dare. Or maybe—they just hadn't confirmed I was in the car. They were merely testing the waters."

A heavy silence filled the vehicle for several seconds.

The nighttime scenery blurred past the window. The lights reflecting across Lake Geneva were the same as always, but tonight, every single one felt like a watchful eye.

"It's Logan," Evelyn stated.

It wasn't a question.

Sebastian looked at her. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. We were digging into him, and he knew it. The way he looked at me at the banquet was off. And—" She paused. "He has the resources. A truck, the exact route, the perfect timing... That's not something an ordinary person could arrange."

Sebastian remained silent.

Evelyn continued, "He couldn't wait any longer. We tracked down Alissa Valois, got the list, and found out about Mr. Vance. He was terrified of what else we might unearth."

"So he made the first move."

"Exactly."

Evelyn turned her head, staring out the window.

"But he chose the wrong method. A car crash? That's too old-school. Did he really think no one would connect it back to him?"

Sebastian reached out and enveloped her hand in his.

"Regardless of who his target was, from this moment on, you are not to be left alone."

Evelyn didn't pull her hand away.

"Neither are you."

The car pulled up to the hospital entrance.

The two stepped out. The harsh, clinical lights of the ER lobby beat down on them, accompanied by the overwhelming stench of antiseptic.

Seth Sterling stood near the entrance, his eyes still bloodshot. Catching sight of Sebastian, he hurried over.

"Mr. Thorne."

"Where is Louis?"

"In surgery. The doctors say he has intracranial bleeding, a comminuted fracture in his left arm, and two broken ribs that punctured his lung—" His voice caught in his throat. "It doesn't look good."

Sebastian nodded grimly. "And Lance?"