Chapter 28
Evelyn’s POV
I had barely pulled open the study door when I felt something heavy against my foot. The next moment, three bodies tumbled through the doorway.
Both Calvin and I immediately looked down at our children. Our voices overlapped as we called their names.
“Rowan Wolfe, Rhys Wolfe,” Calvin’s deep voice rumbled.
“Alexis Blackwell,” I said at the same time.
The children exchanged glances, scrambling to their feet with the instinctive fear that comes when parents use full names.
They looked everywhere but at us.
Little Alexis broke the tension first, tugging at my pant leg and looking up with big innocent eyes. “Mommy, want some candy p>
Her brothers straightened their posture before Calvin, offering sheepish smiles. “Dad, we’re all packed up p>
Calvin and I exchanged a glance, momentarily united in our exasperation.
These three little rascals knew exactly how to manipulate our hearts.
I picked up Alexis and walked them to the door. After watching Calvin’s car drive away, I carried my daughter back inside. But within moments, I heard Rowan and Rhys wailing.
Rushing outside, I saw Rowan had jumped out of the car and was running toward me, tears streaming down his face.
“Mom! Dad passed out!” he cried, his little body trembling.
I held him close, rubbing his back soothingly while questioning Zeon who had exited the vehicle. “What happened p>
“Company matters have been overwhelming. The Alpha has been working non-stop for two days without sleep,” Zeon explained urgently. “He suddenly collapsed. Luna, please help him p>
“Mommy, save Daddy,” Rowan begged, sobbing against my chest.
I comforted him while instructing Zeon, “Bring him inside first p>
Calvin’s POV
I drifted back to consciousness slowly, my vision blurry. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Evelyn’s delicate profile as she prepared medication at my bedside.
Looking down, I realized my shirt had been removed. Evelyn was checking my vitals with practiced efficiency, her stethoscope moving across my chest. A medical kit lay open beside her, containing both conventional medicine and what appeared to be specially prepared herbal remedies. Her movements were precise and professional. The room was brightly lit.
At the doorway, Rowan and Rhys stood with tear-stained faces.
Once she had administered the medications and checked that my condition was stable, my secretary hurried forward to help me put on my shirt. Only after everything was properly taken care of did Evelyn allow the children to enter.
Concerned they might be frightened by my pallor, she turned off the main lights, leaving only a warm bedside lamp glowing.
Rowan and Rhys rushed in, crying, “Daddy p>
My heart ached seeing how scared they were. I stroked their cheeks tenderly. “I’m sorry I frightened you p>
Rowan looked up at Evelyn. “Mom, is Dad okay now p>
She nodded.
“Your father needs rest,” she told them softly, wiping their tears. “Rowan, can you take your brother to bed p>
I managed to summon some warmth to my voice, despite my weakness. “It’s alright. Dad’s fine. Go with Mom and get some sleep p>
The boys kept looking back as they left, clearly reluctant to leave my side.
Evelyn led them from the guest room, leaving Zeon to take care of me. As she closed the door, our eyes met briefly. I felt the weight of her gaze before we both looked away, neither willing to break the silence that stretched between us.
The family doctor arrived shortly after, examining me thoroughly before confirming I was stable.
“Alpha, your condition has improved significantly compared to previous episodes,” he commented, clearly impressed. “The treatment protocol seems remarkable. Which specialist treated you p>
This wasn’t my first sudden collapse. Our children’s health had always been delicate, frequently suffering from various ailments. They would only allow me near them during these times, rejecting everyone else.
During the three years Evelyn had been left, I’d cared for them personally, dedicating all my time outside of work to the children.
I didn’t mention that Evelyn had treated me, though I was admittedly curious about her innovative treatment approach. Beside me, Zeon seemed to be struggling with whether to speak up.
“It was a specialist who combines advanced medical techniques with carefully researched natural remedies,” Zeon offered vaguely.
The doctor’s eyes lit up with interest, clearly wanting to know more about this integrated approach.
My previous episodes typically took an hour to recover from, yet this time I’d regained consciousness in just ten minutes. As my personal physician, his curiosity was understandable, but since I remained silent, Zeon didn’t elaborate further.
After confirming my condition was stable, we saw the doctor out.
Evelyn’s POV
After putting all three children to bed, I came downstairs with a specially prepared herbal tea blend and aromatherapy oils. I knocked on the guest room door, which Zeon opened.
I handed him the items. “Make sure he drinks this tea and uses these oils. They’re rare medicinal herbs I brought back from my research abroad – they’ll help with the post-treatment symptoms and headache p>
“Dr. Evelyn, would you like to check on Mr. Calvin yourself?” Zeon asked.
“There’s no need,” I replied coolly, aware that Calvin could hear me through the door.
Zeon glanced back into the room, then at me, before suddenly looking troubled.
“My girlfriend is in the hospital and I need to go to her. Could you possibly monitor his condition for a while? The medication you administered earlier might need follow-up observation p>
Before I could refuse, he pushed the medical supplies back into my hands.
“Regardless of everything, he is still the father of your sons,” he pleaded. “Please, just for their sake p>
“Zeon!” Calvin’s angry voice came from inside the room.
Zeon gave me an apologetic look. “Thank you, Dr. Evelyn!” And with that, he was gone.
I entered the room with the tea and oils, keeping my distance as I placed them on the bedside table. The therapeutic aroma from the oils was subtle but effective – a proprietary blend I’d developed during my medical research, specifically designed to promote healing and calm the nervous system.
After setting it down, I turned to leave.
“Thank you,” Calvin’s voice stopped me.
Without turning around, I responded, “Thank your sons. If not for them, I might not have saved you p>
“Indeed,” he said bitterly. “If I had died, custody would have gone to you by default p>
This was the third time I’d saved him, though neither of us acknowledged it.
I didn’t want to argue with someone in his condition, so I quickly left the guest room.
Behind me, Calvin leaned back against the headboard, his thin lips pressed together beneath his high, straight nose. Despite the sophisticated medical treatment he’d just received, his entire being radiated a cold, profound loneliness.
“Evelyn… why did you reject me p>