Chapter 312

The waiter clumsily spilled red wine all over Elizabeth. Elizabeth jumped up, attempting to tidy her clothes, and whispered to the waiter, “Hey, no biggie. I’m good. Thanks.” She glanced at Alexander and, bam, locked eyes with his stormy gaze. Elizabeth froze. She stood there, still clutching her clothes, unsure what to do with her right hand. She had planned to simply relax and observe the unfolding drama, but now she was the center of attention.

“Joseph, let’s leave,” Elizabeth announced, grabbing her bag. Joseph understood and nodded. Alexander watched her go and instinctively started to follow, but Esme caught his arm. She looked at Elizabeth, biting her lip. “Alexander, what’s your deal? Do you even care about Elizabeth?”

Alexander finally looked away. Esme’s eyes were full of hurt. “What do you mean? I need an answer.” “Esme, I will,” Alexander began to say.

Just then, Elizabeth, who had reached the door, paused. She and Joseph took a couple of steps back. A luxuriously dressed woman entered, flanked by bodyguards. Elizabeth saw her and gasped. It was Elara! Elara carried a fancy bag, killer heels, and a coat draped over her shoulders. She surveyed the restaurant and dramatically yanked down a large bunch of flowers.

Elara marched straight to Esme and Alexander. “What’s going on here?” “Mom,” Alexander said, frowning. Esme’s shoulders shook. “What’s going on?” Elara looked at the rose petals on the floor, then at the ring on Esme’s hand, and laughed. “A proposal? Who’s proposing to whom?”

Esme’s face went pale. Every time she encountered someone from the Tudor family, she felt lost. Elara glared at Alexander. “Have you divorced? And you’re here accepting someone else’s proposal?”

“Elara, I’m sorry. It’s my fault,” Esme quickly apologized.

Elara gave Esme a cold look. “Not your fault. When a guy messes up, it’s not all on the girl. He should’ve protected his heart!” Elara’s words made Esme feel even more out of place. Alexander hadn’t divorced, yet Esme was here proposing.

“Mom, there are a lot of people,” Alexander grabbed Elara’s arm and whispered. “So what? Scared of looking foolish?” Elara snapped. “If you’re afraid of embarrassment, then don’t do it.” Alexander was speechless.

“Elara, don’t blame Alexander. It’s all my fault,” Esme stepped forward, shielding Alexander. Elara looked at Esme and smiled. “Ms. Russell, do you really think it’s your fault?” Esme felt trapped.

“If you think it’s your fault, then listen to me. Cut ties with this jerk, okay?” Elara pointed at Alexander but looked at Esme. Elara’s presence was intimidating, and with the bodyguards, she was unchallengeable. After all, Elara was from the Tudor family.

Esme bit her lip. “But Alexander and I truly love each other.” Elara sighed. “But you two just aren’t right for each other.”

“Elara, what’s wrong with me? I’ll change. Isn’t that enough?” Esme was desperate. “Esme, it’s not that I can’t accept you if you truly love each other, but…” Elara signaled a bodyguard to bring something out. The bodyguard produced several newspapers, all filled with damaging information about Esme, such as her fake degree and being fired from Evergreen Medical Center!