She took a few steps back, looking at Dominic's face, and cleverly asked, "Evelyn's identity is very special? Is it related to me?"
A hint of appreciation flashed in Dominic's eyes. He hadn't expected that just one sentence would allow Alessia to guess the general situation.
He calmly uttered a few words, "Evelyn Harrington is Gordon Laroux's wife."
Evelyn is Gordon's wife?
Alessia was stunned. She hadn't expected things to be so coincidental.
If what Ava said last night was true, then Evelyn was her stepmother? But that didn't seem right, considering that she couldn't even be considered Gordon's illegitimate daughter.
The relationship was indeed somewhat complicated.
If she didn't want to get involved with the Laroux family, then it wouldn't be appropriate to have contact with Evelyn.
Dominic's reminder indicated that he knew about the conversation she had with Ava and the others in the room last night.
Alessia's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Dominic seemed to have sensed her thoughts and said, half mocking and half disdainful, "I'm not interested in your affairs. Bianca was worried about you, so she asked me to check. Since Gordon didn't even pay attention to Ava's antics, if you don't want to get involved with the Laroux family, then don't get involved."
"Thank you." Alessia thanked Dominic, despite his somewhat arrogant attitude.
Although his attitude was lacking, she did need his reminder.
Taking care of Elle's prenatal toxin was already enough for her. She didn't have the time or energy to get involved with the affairs of the Laroux family.
Dominic, upon receiving her thanks, snorted lightly, arrogantly turned around, and strode back to his own car.
At 8:00 in the evening, in Christian's bedroom.
Christian had just taken a shower and was wearing a Spider-Man-themed pajama, lying on the bed and calling Evelyn.
"Hello, Grandma, are you feeling better?"
Evelyn lay on the white hospital bed, with an IV drip attached to her hand. Her face was weary, and her eyes were dull. When she heard Christian's voice, the sparkle in her eyes gradually returned.
"Oh, it's you, Christian. Grandma is much better."
"Hehe, if Grandma is feeling better, I will be relieved. I have been worried about Grandma since coming back home. Grandma, take care of yourself."
Christian spoke with a sweet and caring tone, her words sincere and comforting, possessing the power to soothe the heart.
A more intense smile appeared in Evelyn's eyes.
This child's words were as sweet as honey, a bit of a pity... that he's a boy.
When her daughter was born, she had fantasized.
If her son didn't like to talk, wasn't articulate, then her daughter must be a lively and talkative little joy, but her daughter passed away before even reaching a month old.
Evelyn's emotions suddenly changed, and sorrow crept into her eyes again.
"Grandma, let me tell you, today was my first day at kindergarten, and I met many new friends. I think Cecilia is the cutest. She said she'll treat me to candy tomorrow."
Christian continued to chatter about the interesting things that happened at school today, and Evelyn's suppressed emotions gradually faded away, replaced by a look of enjoyment.
She even began to imagine if her daughter were still here, would she also share school stories with her like Christian did on the phone? To cheer her up.
"Mrs. Laroux, it's time for your medication change." A nurse came in.
Afraid that Christian on the other end of the phone would hear, Evelyn covered the receiver and pointed to her phone.
The nurse nodded apologetically, changed the medication gently, and then left.
Half an hour passed, and Evelyn still hadn't hung up the phone. A middle-aged man walked in from outside.
The man had originally intended to speak, but when he saw Evelyn talking on the phone with a happy expression, he changed his mind. He put down the documents in his hand, brought over a chair, and sat down, watching Evelyn talk on the phone.
There was warmth in the man's eyes.
Twenty minutes later, Evelyn finally hung up the phone.
The man brought a glass of water to her lips. "Are you thirsty? Drink some water to moisten your throat."
Evelyn drank some water with the help of the man's hand, and he gently wiped her mouth with a tissue. "Who were you talking to just now? You seemed so happy. I feel like your mood has improved a lot since you came back from the hill."
As the man spoke, Evelyn's emotions, which had just eased, suddenly became sorrowful. Reluctant to say more, she replied, "It's nothing, just a child."
The man didn't ask further. "No matter who it is, as long as you like them, you can have more contact with them in the future."
After speaking, the man picked up a fruit knife and an apple, intending to peel it for Evelyn.
Watching his movements, Evelyn furrowed her brows. "Gordon, I don't want to eat."
"Alright." Gordon looked indulgently at Evelyn and put down the knife and apple in his hand.
Gordon had a dignified appearance and was a considerate husband. Looking at him, one could see that he was a good man who cared for his wife.
Evelyn looked at her husband, who was perfect in every way, and her expression became conflicted. After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke up, "Gordon, how about we get a divorce?"
Gordon's smile, which had been constant, instantly disappeared, and he looked up solemnly. "But why, Evelyn?"
Evelyn said painfully, "Every year from August to September, I have nightmares one after another. I can't forget our daughter's death, I can't forget the cause of her death."
On Gordon's serious face, there was suddenly heartache and conflict, which eventually turned into patience.
"Evelyn, it's been so many years since this happened. Why do you insist on holding on to it? It was an accident. We already have Silvanna, and we have William. Whatever you want, I'll do it for you. Just don't mention divorce, okay?"
The two names mentioned by Gordon seemed to touch a nerve in Evelyn. Her eyes moistened, and she slowly closed them without mentioning the word 'divorce' again.
Gordon left the ward after Evelyn fell asleep.
In the hospital corridor, a tall and handsome man in a blue suit hurried over. As soon as he saw Gordon, he asked with concern, "Dad, how is Mom?"
"Sleeping." Gordon's expression was dim. "After the examination, the tumor in your mother's brain has compressed her nerves and worsened. She needs surgery as soon as possible, but we just had a meeting, and no doctor in the hospital is confident enough to perform the operation. Did you manage to contact the top surgeon that I asked you to?"
William shook his head. "Dr. Athena has always been low-key. I asked a friend abroad to inquire, and Athena has returned to the country, but no one knows her whereabouts."
Gordon's expression became even more dim.
Seeing his father's distress, William pursed his lips before speaking, "Dad, Tiffany Olsen has returned to the country. Should we invite her to take a look?"
"Her?" Gordon frowned.
William continued, "Yes, Dad, I know you're worried that she's too young, but isn't Athena also young? Tiffany's medical skills may not be as good as Athena's, but she's also a rare genius doctor. She's known as the most reliable surgeon in the surgical department."
Gordon glanced at the ward and thought of his wife's weary face before nodding thoughtfully. "Then, ask her to come over."
"Okay." William nodded and followed Gordon into the ward quietly.
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The next day.
After dropping off the three children at school, Alessia went to the laboratory.
Riley and his team were already there, including Enzo.
Enzo, who was dressed in all black yesterday, was now wearing the laboratory's standard white work uniform today, with silver-rimmed glasses on his face. He looked completely different from the two previous encounters. If there was one thing in common, it was that he still wore a hat.
"Welcome to the lab, Mr. Roberts." Alessia's eyes flickered as she took the initiative to greet him.
Enzo, leaning on the workbench, raised his head slightly and looked at Alessia with a wicked smile. Then, he reached out and shook Alessia's hand. "Don't be too polite, Sia."
Yesterday, he called her Miss La Rosa, and today he was Sia? The change was quick.
Alessia thought that she needed to keep an eye on Enzo in the future and figure out what was strange about him. She smiled without pretense. "Sure, Enzo. Yesterday was just a misunderstanding. We are colleagues now. Let's get along well in the future."
Building a good relationship would make it easier to keep an eye on Enzo in the future.
"Sure, Sia, let's have lunch together at noon!" Enzo readily agreed.
Breakfast had just been finished, but he was already thinking about lunch.
Alessia raised her eyebrows slightly in agreement. "Okay."
After the pleasantries, Alessia went to the dressing room and changed into a white work uniform. When she came out, another person entered the laboratory from outside.
Alessia looked up and saw Dominic walking in, wearing a handmade black suit, tall and straight, with a firm face devoid of any expression. By his side was Tiffany, wearing a light purple dress, with short hair reaching her shoulders. She looked sharp and capable.
The two of them walking together did make a handsome couple.
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