Chapter 322

"You can't accuse Evelyn, Donovan. She saved Oliver, and I can vouch for that!"

Serena seemed to know this man well and immediately defended Evelyn, clearly shocked by Penelope's behavior.

"Serena."

He acknowledged her with a nod, his demeanor polished. "Is this your friend?"

"Yes, she is! Evelyn saved Oliver—she didn’t harm him. I swear it!"

Penelope, standing nearby, scoffed. "Is she a doctor, Serena? How can you be so sure she didn’t make things worse? Maybe Oliver was fine before she interfered. She even shoved her filthy fingers into my son’s mouth—"

Donovan’s gaze sharpened at her words.

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"What exactly did you do to him?"

"She forced her hand into Oliver’s mouth and tore open his shirt! It wasn’t me—it wasn’t me, Donovan! Why would I ever hurt my own child?"

Penelope scrambled to explain, her voice trembling.

"If you objected, why didn’t you stop her then? Evelyn was clearly trying to help! How could you twist her intentions like this?"

Serena, who had considered Penelope a friend, was seething. She had pitied Penelope before, but now she saw her for what she truly was.

There was no question—Evelyn had acted to save the boy.

At that moment, everyone had been frozen, unsure what to do.

Evelyn was the only one who stepped forward.

Regardless of the outcome, her intentions had been pure.

Yet Penelope was determined to paint her as a villain. How could she be so cruel?

"I—I was just panicking at the time..."

Penelope’s voice dropped to a whisper, her excuse weak.

Donovan ignored her, his piercing gaze locked on Evelyn. "Explain. What did you do to my son?"

His expression was unreadable, his emotions perfectly masked. He carried himself with the quiet authority of a man used to command.

"The symptoms suggested a severe allergic reaction. In an emergency like that, identifying the allergen wasn’t possible. Immediate action was necessary to stabilize him before the ambulance arrived. I induced vomiting to reduce the allergen in his system and gave him water. I loosened his collar because severe allergies can restrict breathing—it was to make him more comfortable."

Evelyn met his eyes without flinching. "That’s all. Whether you believe me or not is up to you, Mr. Blackwood."

Donovan didn’t respond immediately. His silence was heavy, the air around them growing thick with tension.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

There was something about him—something eerily reminiscent of Alexander Kensington. A presence that demanded respect without a single word.

Just his stare was enough to make people straighten instinctively.

Men like him were born leaders. No wonder Penelope was terrified.

But Evelyn had nothing to hide. She wouldn’t be made a scapegoat.

Finally, Donovan spoke. "Thank you."

Serena exhaled in relief.

Evelyn remained composed. "You’re welcome."

Penelope, however, looked as if she’d been struck. "You’re taking her word over mine? You’d trust a stranger instead of me—the mother of your child?!"

"I’ve told you before," Donovan said coldly, "you don’t deserve that title."

Just then, the emergency room doors swung open. A doctor stepped out.

"Family of the child?"