The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 602

After Sebastian left, Evelyn Sullivan didn't leave the hospital.

It wasn't that she didn't want to. She couldn't.

Louis was still in the ICU, his face wrapped in bandages and his left arm in a cast. The ECG monitor beeped steadily. She stood in front of the glass window every day, staying for hours on end. Sometimes she would go inside for a quick look, then come out and sit on the hallway bench, keeping her head down and remaining silent.

Lance Sterling shadowed her, bringing tea, pouring water, and running errands for food. He could tell that half of Evelyn's demeanor was an act—Sebastian had instructed them before leaving to make it look like their side had crumbled, with the female lead completely overwhelmed by grief and oblivious to everything else. But the other half was real. Louis was lying in there because he had taken a ride in their car.

"Dr. Sullivan, you should eat something." Lance handed her a sandwich.

Evelyn took it, took a bite, chewed twice, and swallowed. She couldn't taste anything. She set the rest down on the bench and went back to staring at the glass window.

"Have there been any strangers poking around for information these past two days?" she asked suddenly.

Lance shook his head. "No. The hospital is keeping things confidential, and anyone asking outside isn't getting anything. Logan's people came by twice, but the nurses brushed them off just as you instructed."

Evelyn nodded. She didn't say anything else.

The hallway was very quiet. The ECG monitor beeped steadily, tick, tick, like a countdown timer.

After a long time, Evelyn stood up. "I'm going back to the hotel for a bit. Keep watch here. Call me the second Louis wakes up."

"Understood."

Evelyn turned and headed for the elevator. Her heels clicked softly and slowly against the floor. She got in the car, returned to the hotel, and shut her door. She didn't turn on the lights; the curtains were half-drawn, allowing the ambient light to trace gray-white grids across the carpet.

She sat on the sofa and pulled out her phone.

She opened an encrypted chat app. The avatar was a black 'X'. No contact name, no chat history—everything was wiped clean after every message. She typed a line.

[Help me look into something.]

X replied instantly. [Shoot.]