Evelyn’s POV 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

I had barely settled into bed when my phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the quiet of the night. My assistant’s panicked voice came through the speaker.

"Dr. Blackwell! Lynn’s vitals are dropping rapidly. You need to come immediately!"

That poor girl. Since arriving at my lab, she’d been through three surgeries. Though we’d managed to heal her external wounds, she stubbornly refused to wake up. It was as if her wolf had completely retreated, unwilling to face the pain of Keith’s betrayal.

I didn’t even bother with a coat, rushing out in my silk pajamas. The cool night air raised goosebumps on my skin as I hurried to the medical wing of Evelink Biosciences.

"Her numbers are crashing," Emma reported, eyes fixed on the monitors. "If this continues..."

I approached Lynn’s bedside, setting aside my usual gentle bedside manner. Sometimes, a wolf needed to hear harsh truths to find their will to live.

"Lynn," I said firmly, gripping the rail of her hospital bed. "Do you honestly think dying will make Keith suffer forever?"

The monitors continued their ominous beeping.

"Don’t be so naive," I continued, my voice hardening. "He’ll mourn for a while, then he’ll find comfort in someone else’s arms."

I leaned closer to her ear. "For someone as wealthy and handsome as Keith Frost, you’ll just be a sad memory from his youth. A cautionary tale. Is that what you want? Do you really believe your death will punish him? That he’ll remain celibate and grieving for the rest of his life?"

I shook my head. "If he didn’t cherish you when you were alive, what makes you think he’ll treasure your memory when you’re gone?"

The vitals monitor began to show subtle changes, numbers slowly climbing upward.

"You still have a chance to live, Lynn," I said, my voice softening slightly. "Why throw it away for a man who doesn’t deserve you?"

"Dr. Blackwell!" Emma gasped. "Her vitals are improving!"

By the time I emerged from the operating room, it was well past midnight. Lynn had finally awakened, her wolf responding to my words. She would survive.

As I walked down the hallway, I noticed the light still on in Calvin’s hospital room. I moved toward it, my hand reaching for the door handle when I heard Zeon’s voice from within.

"Alpha Calvin, it’s Miss Whitmore."

At the mention of Clara’s name, I froze, my hand hovering over the handle. A bitter smile twisted my lips as I withdrew my hand and quickly walked away, missing whatever Calvin said in response.

The next few days passed in peace. Calvin remained unusually quiet in his hospital room, seemingly content to focus on recovery rather than bothering me with his usual demands and questions.

Meanwhile, Husara had completely won over my children. They adored her, and she spoiled them shamelessly. When she discovered Rowan’s interest in astronomy, she immediately ordered a million-dollar telescope for him. Rhys received an exclusive collection of limited edition comics after mentioning he liked superheroes, and little Alexis had more stuffed wolves than she knew what to do with.

I’d already thanked Husara profusely, even ordering her a custom sports car worth ten times what she’d spent on the children. Her generosity wasn’t about the money—it was about the thought and attention she gave to my children’s interests.

Today was Calvin’s final check-up before discharge. I entered his room with his chart, unable to hide my good mood. Having Husara around had lightened the atmosphere at home considerably.

Calvin sat rigidly on the edge of his bed, his sharp jawline tense as he extended a black credit card toward me.

I looked at it in confusion. "What’s this for?"

His voice was cool and distant. "I heard from Rowan that your... Husara ordered him a telescope. Wolfe children don’t accept gifts without reciprocation. Please return this money on my behalf."

I sighed, shaking my head. "That’s unnecessary. Husara doesn’t need the money."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Calvin’s eyes darkened dangerously as he clenched his jaw.

He closed his eyes briefly as if in pain and said, "My children don’t need charity."

What was wrong with this arrogant, face-saving Alpha now? Husara’s kindness to the children came purely from love. What charity? Did he think everyone was like that scheming Clara?

I rolled my eyes and didn’t take his black card.

The black card remained on the bedside table when I left.

The next morning, Calvin and Zeon checked out of the facility and departed for an international business trip.

With the children completely cured and Leon and Lynn fully recovered, my work at the Viremont laboratory was nearly complete.

My current research projects hadn’t made significant progress yet, so I had other research colleagues continue following up on them. Especially Gary and Mickey, who were both research enthusiasts.

The only remaining challenge was securing sufficient raw materials for mass production of the LDS stabilizer, which required handling some delicate political relationships back in Ravenshade.

The children had been asking about returning home anyway. Despite the excellent facilities and accommodations in Viremont, they missed the familiarity of Ravenshade, especially their rooms and favorite play spots.

Once the final lab protocols were established and my team could handle the production phase independently, I decided it was time to return. We boarded my private jet along with Leon Robinson, who had recovered enough to travel, and Husara.

Upon landing in Ravenshade, Leon was immediately greeted by members of the Brownfur Pack. Husara also needed to stop by her home before joining us later, so we said our goodbyes at the airport.

My children were ecstatic to be back, chattering excitedly in the backseat as Eryx drove us toward home. Our route included a winding mountain road that offered spectacular views of the city below.

Halfway through the journey, I noticed something unsettling—several black cars were steadily gaining on us, their movements too coordinated to be coincidental.

"Eryx," I said quietly, not wanting to alarm the children. "I think we’re being followed."