Chapter 203
Elizabeth went downstairs to fetch something. Passing the emergency room, she saw people rushing in with prison guards and police officers. Curious, she followed and overheard a guard telling the doctors, “This is a high-profile prisoner. You have to save him. He’s a suspect in the Alexander kidnapping case.” The guard then made a call, saying, “Yes, it’s 2823, the main suspect…”
Elizabeth watched the guard, then walked into the emergency room. She saw a man, pale, foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolling back. Was he poisoned? How does someone get poisoned in prison?, she wondered, raising an eyebrow. Could Alexander be behind this? She remembered when this man tied stones to her and threw her into the sea. Shivering, she touched her back, feeling the old wounds ache like ants biting her.
Elizabeth left the emergency room and looked at the overcast sky, predicting rain. Rubbing her shoulder, she was heading to the inpatient department when she saw Esme hurrying away.
Later that evening, Elizabeth rubbed her wrist. Sunny greeted her, “Dr. Percy, off work? See you tomorrow.” Elizabeth nodded. As she left the inpatient department, she saw Alexander getting out of a car. He was driving a black car, wearing a white shirt and black tie, holding a phone between his ear and shoulder while grabbing a bouquet of flowers from the car. He closed the door, hung up the phone, and pocketed it. When he looked up, his eyes met Elizabeth’s calm, indifferent gaze.
Elizabeth’s hair was casually tied up, and she wore a plain white dress, looking very different from the Elizabeth he once knew.
“Alexander!” Esme’s voice called from behind. Alexander’s gaze shifted to Esme, who looked charming and spirited, contrasting sharply with Elizabeth. Elizabeth turned and saw Esme running towards Alexander, about to hug him. Alexander gently held her shoulder and handed her the flowers.
Esme paused, giving him a wistful look. Was he avoiding her hug because Elizabeth was there? Esme had just been discharged and returned to work, asking Alexander to pick her up. Determined, she hugged him over the flowers, “Wow, tulips, so beautiful! Alexander, thank you, I love them.”
Alexander’s expression darkened, his gaze drifting back to Elizabeth. Elizabeth watched quietly, her eyes indifferent, showing no emotion. The old Elizabeth would have caused a scene, cried, and questioned Alexander. But now, her heart felt dead, incapable of feeling anything.
Suddenly, a car horn honked. They turned to see Joseph getting out of the car, walking towards Elizabeth, and apologetically asking, “Am I late?”
Alexander frowned. Joseph again!
“Mr. Stewart, are you here to pick up Elizabeth?” Esme asked first.
Joseph nodded. Esme glanced at Alexander, noticing his unusual expression, and deliberately asked, “Alexander, did you see the news this morning? Don’t you think Elizabeth and Mr. Stewart make a good match?”