All Chapters of Reclaiming Evelyn : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 – A Homecoming Like No Other(Evelyn’s POV – Three Years Later)The moment we stepped into the private terminal, Cecily wriggled excitedly in Carlos’s arms, her eyes darting around until they landed on the familiar figures waiting ahead.“Grandpa!” she squealed.Mr. Harrington, who had always maintained an air of composure in public, visibly softened the instant Cecily called out to him. His entire demeanor changed as he took long strides toward us, his usual reserved expression melting into something rare pure joy.Bennett and Claire weren’t far behind, their faces alight with excitement.Cecily practically leaped out of Carlos’s hold the moment Mr. Harrington reached us, launching herself into his arms. He caught her effortlessly, lifting her high before pulling her into a tight embrace.“My little princess,” he murmured, his voice unusually tender. “I’ve missed you so much.”Cecily giggled, her tiny hands cupping his face. “I missed you more, Grandpa.”Mr. Harrington chu

Chapter43: The Executive Meeting at Harrington MedicalThird person PovThe morning sunlight spilled through the expansive windows of Harrington Medical, the heart of Lumina Global. It was a building that commanded both respect and admiration, modern, sleek, and a symbol of cutting-edge medical innovation.As Mr. Harrington, Evelyn, and Carlos arrived, the board members were already seated, waiting for the meeting to commence. The moment Mr. Harrington stepped inside, every person in the room instinctively rose to their feet a silent acknowledgment of the power and legacy he carried. Evelyn and Carlos walked in right behind him, their presence exuding quiet confidence.Among the board members was Martin Caldwell, Mr. Harrington’s right-hand man, a seasoned figure who had been with Lumina since its inception. A man of unwavering loyalty and sharp business acumen, Martin was the one who oversaw day-to-day operations when Mr. Harrington was focused on larger endeavors. His presence in t

Chapter 45: The Launch of CelestiaThe scene opens with a press conference held in a grand, sleek government hall, filled with reporters, journalists, and government officials. Cameras flash as a towering screen shows the presentation of Celestia, the innovative cancer treatment machine. At the center of the event, Evelyn stands beside Carlos, both of them radiating pride and accomplishment. Mr. Harrington, ever the mentor, steps back slightly, allowing Evelyn and Carlos to take the stage.The air is thick with anticipation as Evelyn begins her speech. She talks with passion and conviction about the breakthrough Celestia represents, how it’s going to change the world by offering life-saving treatments for cancer patients, not just in America but globally. Her words flow smoothly, carrying the weight of years of hard work, and the audience can sense her transformation from a woman who once seemed broken into a visionary leader.As Evelyn speaks, Carlos stands by her side, offering occas

Chapter 47 Evelyn’s pov The familiar beep of the gate unlocking as we arrived home filled me with relief. It had been a long day, but hearing Cecily’s excited voice from inside the house immediately lifted my spirits.“Yay! Grandpa, Uncle Carlos, and Mummy are back!” she squealed, her voice carrying the infectious enthusiasm a child could muster.Before I could even reach the door, Cecily was already bursting out of Claire’s arms, her tiny hands tugging at Grandpa Bennett’s sleeve. “Grandpa Bennett, come! Let’s go open the door! Mummy’s back!”Her voice was so full of excitement that it made my heart swell. Cecily’s little legs moved in a blur as she pulled Grandpa along, eager to greet us.The door opened to reveal Carlos standing in the entryway, Cecily immediately ran into his arms with a gleeful shout of, “Uncle Carlos!” She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. Her bond with him was something else entirely an unspoken comfort, a deep connection that was impossible to

Chapter 49: Into the FireThird person POV The sterile chill of the operating room did nothing to cool the fire burning in Evelyn’s chest.She stood beneath the blinding overhead lights, gloved hands raised, fully scrubbed in, her face masked, and her mind locked into surgical mode. Around her, the surgical team was prepped and positioned, but momentarily, the world stilled as she stared down at the patient on the table.Landon Bayers.She hadn’t seen his face in years and now here he was, pale, unconscious, and hanging between life and death under her hands. She wasn’t Evelyn Summers in this room. No. Here, she was Dr. Evelyn Harrington, a neurosurgeon.“Scalpel,” she said, her voice firm, emotion buried beneath layers of training.“Scalpel,” the scrub nurse repeated, placing it in her hand.The tension in the OR crackled with urgency. One of the assisting doctors read aloud his vitals: BP 88/54. Pulse 121. Respiration shallow. Intracranial bleeding was confirmed on a CT scan. Subdu