Chapter 292

Elizabeth was stunned when she heard a vase shatter in the hospital room. A woman’s angry scream filled the air. Alexander rushed in and saw fruit rolling to his feet. Inside, Esme sat on the bed, her hair a mess, her eyes red and teary. Seeing Alexander, Esme cried harder, unable to speak.

Esme thought, ‘I’m done for. Alexander won’t acknowledge me, and now my career’s gone too! What do I do?’ Alexander frowned; Esme looked worse every day. This couldn’t go on. He picked up the scattered items, but Esme threw them down again. He silently kept picking them up until she got tired. Esme stopped throwing things and just cried.

Alexander felt something indescribable. He gently ruffled her hair to comfort her. Esme cried even harder, reaching out to hug him for security. Then, Esme saw Elizabeth at the door. Esme freaked out, shouting, “Get out! Alexander, she’s trying to harm me!” She clung to him fearfully.

Alexander saw Elizabeth and said, “Elizabeth, please leave.” Elizabeth felt distant. Esme clutched Alexander’s clothes, saying, “She’s trying to ruin me. She pretended to be a ghost, exposed my fake saffron incident, and told everyone my degree was fake. She lost you and wants to destroy me.” Esme’s voice was firm.

Elizabeth didn’t think Esme was crazy. “Elizabeth!” Alexander called again. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and said, “Esme, get some rest. The Tudor family never wanted you to marry in. If you go crazy…” Elizabeth smiled meaningfully. “Elizabeth!” Alexander shouted angrily. Even now, Elizabeth was provoking Esme. Esme cried harder. Elizabeth grinned. Esme was pretending to be crazy? Elizabeth would too.

Elizabeth waved and walked out without looking back. Outside, she rolled her eyes but knew she needed to investigate. Elizabeth went to find Nick to discuss the next steps. Nick suggested starting with the surveillance footage since the anonymous letter had appeared in his office that morning. Nick’s office was hidden, so it had to be someone from the hospital. “Who usually has the most conflicts with Esme?” Nick asked, sipping his tea. Elizabeth was speechless. Nick glanced at her and cleared his throat, “Let’s try another angle. Who was Esme’s classmate in medical school?” It was still Elizabeth. “Who has a conflicting position with Esme?” Nick continued. Elizabeth was speechless again.