The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 637

Evelyn hung up the phone and set it on the small table next to the hospital bed. The fluorescent lights in the hallway cast a stark, clinical pallor over everything. She sat in the chair outside the ICU, staring through the glass window at Louis inside. Lance Sterling stood two steps behind her, holding a cup of coffee he hadn't touched. It was already completely cold.

"Dr. Sullivan, aren't you worried Lyra will betray you?" Lance asked.

The corners of Evelyn's lips curved upward. It wasn't a smile, but the expression of someone who had already calculated every possible variable and knew the exact answer.

"She won't."

Lance waited for her to elaborate.

"She has already betrayed the people behind her. She can't go back to Logan, and Christian Lancaster can't protect her." Evelyn stood up, stretching her aching lower back. "Right now, her only option is to trust me."

Lance nodded, asking no further questions.

Evelyn turned to look at him, her gaze darkening. "Increase the security detail over the next few days."

"To guard against Logan?"

"Yes. He's acting like a rabid dog right now, snapping at anyone in his path. Alissa Valois, Julian St. Claire, Lyra Langford—who knows who his next target will be." Evelyn lowered her voice. "I'm worried he might crack under the pressure and launch a direct assault."

Lance's expression turned serious. "Understood. I'll make the arrangements immediately."

"You must ensure Louis's safety."

"Yes, ma'am."

Evelyn grabbed her coat and walked down the long corridor. Lance followed for two steps before stopping and turning away to make his calls.

The elevator doors opened. Evelyn stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. As the doors slid shut and the numbers began to tick down, she leaned against the polished wall, studying her reflection. She looked exhausted. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her lips were cracked and dry. She pressed her lips together to smooth them out, but it didn't help. She hadn't even bothered with lipstick.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, the doors parted. She stepped out, crossed the lobby, and exited the main doors of the hospital. The sunlight was blinding. Squinting, she bent down and slid into the car waiting at the curb.

Her driver glanced at her from the rearview mirror. "Evelyn, back to the residence?"