Anger, fear, and resentment, everything Evelyn had felt toward William, slowly faded, leaving only a dull ache in her chest.
Beside the bed stood her grandmother, holding Samuel’s hand tightly. Her uncle and aunt were there too, quiet and solemn, their usual pride stripped away by helplessness.
And then Alicia, her stepmother, was there as well.
"Oh, Eve, you finally came..." Alicia’s voice cracked with relief as she hurried forward and took Evelyn’s hand. "Your grandpa is already waiting for you."
Evelyn let Alicia lead her closer. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she forced herself forward. Yet seeing the man who once seemed unbreakable lying in a hospital bed, fragile and fading, broke her heart.
"Eve, come closer... Your grandpa is awake," Lucy Walters said gently. She was smiling, but there was no warmth in her eyes. Only exhaustion. Only sorrow.
Evelyn swallowed hard and moved closer to the bedside.
The moment Samuel Walters lifted his trembling hand, she grabbed it instantly, without hesitation, and then gently squeezed it.
"E–Evelyn..." His old, frail voice was hoarse, thin, almost lost beneath the quiet hum of machines. But his eyes, though tired, focused on her with unwavering love.
"Yes, Grandpa... It’s me." Evelyn tightened her grip around his cold hand. "I’m here. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner."
"Oh, Eve..." A smile slowly curved across his wrinkled lips. The sight of it made her chest ache. "It’s fine. You came. That’s all that matters. This old man will die happy... because I’ve seen all my family again—"
Samuel’s words paused as his gaze drifted past her shoulder, toward the door.
"Huh? Where’s my little man? Where’s Oliver?" he asked, his voice faint but curious.
Evelyn’s lips trembled. "I’m sorry, Grandpa. He’s already asleep. It’s late..."
Samuel chuckled weakly. "Always sleeping at the wrong time just like me..."
Axel, who stood silently behind Evelyn, lifted a brow at that. Even in this painful moment, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
Samuel’s eyes shifted to Axel, studying him with quiet gratitude. "At least you brought my grandson-in-law," he said softly. "Thank you for coming, Axel..."
Axel stepped forward slightly and gave a respectful nod. "It’s an honor to be here, Grandpa Samuel."
Samuel hummed in approval, then exhaled shakily.
While Samuel was chatting softly with Axel and Evelyn, the opposite corner of the VIP room held a very different kind of tension.
Alicia stood there with her in-laws, James and Norah Walters.
Unlike the calm grief surrounding the hospital bed, their corner buzzed with curiosity, disbelief, and barely contained excitement.
They had read the news. Of course, they had. Everyone had. Axel Knight’s marriage to Evelyn Walters had made headlines for weeks.
But news articles were one thing. Seeing the man in person—standing beside Evelyn, holding her hand, speaking gently to Samuel—was something else entirely.
Norah leaned closer to Alicia, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Sis... you seem very familiar with Axel Knight."
Alicia blinked at her. "Of course I am. He is my son-in-law. I visit their house almost every weekend to see my grandson."
James stiffened. "S–Son?" he repeated slowly. "They already have a son?"
Norah’s eyes widened dramatically. "Wait... really? Do they have a child together?" She grabbed Alicia’s hand with startling enthusiasm. "Why didn’t anyone tell us?!"
Alicia stared at them, speechless for a moment. She had assumed everyone in their family knew. How could they not? Evelyn’s life had never exactly been private. But then again, their parents know about Oliver.
Alicia smiled wryly. "Trust me, I figured that out the moment you grabbed my hand."


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