Then—
A soft knock echoed against the wardroom door.
Every head turned toward the sound, including Evelyn's. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around Axel's hand.
"Come in," Samuel called, his voice thin but steady.
The door swung open, and Evelyn was taken aback to see the familiar face.
Joseph Carter stepped inside first, dressed in a crisp suit.
Behind him, an elderly man walked and followed him while carrying a leather briefcase—Mr. Harold Smith, Samuel Walters's longtime lawyer.
Evelyn had seen him only a few times, years ago, at the company when her grandpa was still active.
And now, see him in this hospital room, enough to send a chill down her spine.
'Grandpa summoned Jo… and the lawyer?' Her mind raced. 'Did he plan all of this?'
Joseph offered a respectful nod to everyone, then approached the bed. "Chairman Walters," he greeted softly.
The lawyer followed with equal solemnity. "Sir."
