Chapter 249

Alexander was slowly losing his place in Elizabeth’s heart.

“Esme, I’m not here to talk about Alexander,” Elizabeth said, setting down her coffee. “I want to talk about Grandma.”

“What’s there to say about her?” Esme snapped, clearly hating Lily.

Elizabeth frowned. “Grandma cares a lot about her reputation. The Tudor family’s status in Lishun is well-known. Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused them?”

Esme didn’t care. She’d do anything to marry Alexander.

“If you want to marry Alexander, you should show some respect,” Elizabeth advised.

Esme sneered, thinking of all Elizabeth had done for the Tudor family. “Do you think I’d become a servant to the Tudors just to marry Alexander like you did?”

Elizabeth fell silent. She had genuinely cared for the Tudors, but Esme saw it as servitude.

Before Elizabeth could respond, the cafe door opened. A waiter hurried over. “Sir, the cafe is booked today. It’s not convenient for you to come in.”

Elizabeth and Esme turned to see Alexander, in a white shirt, rushing towards them.

“Alexander,” Esme called out.

Alexander glanced at Elizabeth, then grabbed Esme’s arm. “Come with me,” he said coldly.

“What’s going on?” Esme asked as he pulled her out. “Elizabeth is here too. Do you want to…”

But Alexander had already dragged her outside.

Elizabeth watched them leave, frowning. She knew Alexander was probably angry. She picked up her coffee and drank it all. Esme had paid for it, so why not?

Her phone buzzed.

Felix: [It was Esme who did it, did you know?]

Elizabeth: [Yes, I know.]

Felix: [If you knew, why didn’t you respond? I thought the message didn’t go through.]

Elizabeth stepped outside and saw Alexander’s car speeding away. He was clearly furious. Did he find out Esme told the media? she wondered.

In the car, Alexander drove fast. Esme clutched the handle, nervous. “Alexander? What’s wrong?”

He kept overtaking cars at high speed. Esme felt scared, clutching her seatbelt tightly.

On the highway, with fewer cars, he sped up even more. He glanced at Esme, his face cold and dangerous.

“Do you have anything to say to me?” he asked.

Esme bit her lip. “What do you mean?”

“Esme, you know I hate being lied to.” His eyes were dangerous.

“Alexander,” she hesitated. The car went even faster. Esme’s stomach churned.

Taking deep breaths, she trembled. “Alexander! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have told the media about your and Elizabeth’s marital issues!”