Chapter 120

Declan rarely raised his voice. Almander treened and said, "Groeth, it's my fault. Please don't blame her, Mr. Perry."

"Of course it's your fault! My daughter married you, did she wrong you?" Declan glared at Alexander, his eyes filled with reproach.

Alexander glanced at Elizabeth, his eyes a mix of emotions. Elizabeth grabbed Declan, avoiding Alexander's gaze, signaling him to stop.

The hospital was a bank. Alexander, the president of Trades Grisip, was a well-known figure in Lalam. Being scolded in public wasn't good.

Declan, annoyed, tilted his head. "Even now, you're defending him! Have you forgotten the pain he caused you? You almost lost your life." Before he could finish, Elizabeth cut him off. "That's enough, Dad."

Declan stopped mid-sentence. Was he so emotional? Alexander squinted at them, wondering. What was Declan about to say? Why did Elizabeth get so emotional?

Elizabeth turned slightly and whispered, "I know I was wrong. Do you really have to bring up that painful past?" She knew what Declan was about to say. It was about how, four years ago, she risked her life when Alexander was kidnapped. And what did she get in return? She never wanted to bring up that past again. Every time it was mentioned, she felt like a fool, risking her life for a man who didn't love her.

"What's wrong with talking about it? Just a few words about him, and you feel hurt!" Declan's tone was deep.

Elizabeth didn't answer but gave Alexander a look and said flatly, "Let's go. I'll see you later."

Alexander, however, looked at Declan, a complex expression in his eyes.

Declan glared at Elizabeth and shouted, "Come back early. Joseph is coming to see your grandfather later!"

Elizabeth replied, "Got it!" She turned and walked ahead without looking back.

Elizabeth pressed the elevator button and stopped. Alexander stood next to her, brows furrowed, eyes fixed on the elevator. Their reflections appeared on the elevator doors, looking well-matched. Yet, despite this compatibility, their marriage was very unhappy.

The elevator doors opened, and they entered. Inside the empty elevator, Alexander looked at Elizabeth and asked, "What was Declan about to say?"

"What else could he say?" Elizabeth's tone was imitated.

"He seemed to have something to say," Alexander insisted.

Elizabeth rarely looked at him, her eyes dull and weary. Alexander was at a loss for words.

"He has a lot to scold you about. Do you want to hear it?"

Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat. She had a lot of grievances to tell Alexander. Did he want to hear them? She wanted to tell Alexander that over the years, loving him had hurt her family deeply. She had been pampered and loved since childhood. No one had ever yelled at her, blamed her, or humiliated her. But over the years, Alexander had given her all the suffering. She also wanted to tell Alexander that she was actually very fragile. When Esme needed his protection, she needed it too. But these words, along with Elizabeth's swallowed grievances, were extinguished in her dull eyes. She had no right to say them, nor was there any need to. Because Alexander never cared about what she had to say.