Chapter 439

The doctor's words finally eased Evelyn Laurent's tense nerves.

She stared at the closed operating room doors, her voice urgent. "How is he now?"

The doctor removed his mask, revealing a weary but gentle smile. "The surgery was successful, but..."

His gaze lingered on Evelyn, brows furrowing. "Your injuries need immediate attention."

Julian Langley snapped his head up. "Injuries? What injuries?"

He rushed to Evelyn's side in three quick strides, only then noticing her disheveled state.

Her military uniform was unrecognizable, caked with dirt. Twigs and dried leaves tangled in her hair.

"It's nothing," Evelyn murmured dismissively, her eyes still fixed on the operating room.

Julian seized her wrist. "You call this nothing?"

A female medic appeared with a first aid kit. "Come with me."

Evelyn hesitated, glancing back at the operating room.

"I'll stand guard here," Julian said firmly. "You'll be notified the moment there's news."

Inside the treatment room, Evelyn removed her soiled jacket.

The medic gasped—pale skin marred by angry bruises and raw abrasions, some still oozing blood.

"How did this happen?" The medic's voice softened.

Evelyn remained silent. Exhaustion crashed over her like a tidal wave, her eyelids growing heavy.

"Sleep," the medic whispered. "You're safe here."

Amidst the antiseptic scent, Evelyn succumbed to slumber.

The medic worked with meticulous care, disinfecting and dressing each wound.

Outside, Julian paced relentlessly.

When the medic emerged, he intercepted her instantly. "Well?"

"Superficial injuries." She handed him a fresh uniform. "Let her rest."

Through the door's narrow gap, Julian glimpsed Evelyn curled on the cot—the oversized uniform making her appear heartbreakingly small.

His fists clenched, nails biting deep into his palms.