The next day, word got out everywhere that Alexander and Esme were tying the knot. Declan saw the news and felt his blood pressure spike. “That jerk!”

“Why are you so worked up? I’m not even mad,” Elizabeth said, munching on some chips from the couch.

“Get a grip!” Declan gave Elizabeth a light tap on the head.

“How many days until your divorce is final?” Declan asked.

Elizabeth checked her phone. “The day before the cruise party.”

“Perfect timing! You can let loose at the cruise party!” Declan slapped his thigh, grinning.

Elizabeth just smiled, still checking her messages from Felix. She thought, It’s been ages since we started looking for Serenity Leaf for Grant, and still nothing. Maybe it’s not even in Nyxonia anymore.

Out of the blue, Elizabeth asked, “Hey, how’s Grandma’s research on $H2N going?”

$H2N was a special drug for brain-dead and vegetative patients. Ten years ago, Celine put together a team and threw everything into this research. Sadly, not much progress had been made.

“How much cash has been sunk into it?” Elizabeth looked at Declan.

“When your Grandpa was in charge, he threw a billion dollars at it for Grandma,” Declan said with a wry smile. “After I took over, I added another two hundred million.”

“A billion bucks? Grandpa really spoiled Grandma!” Elizabeth propped her face up, feeling a bit jealous.

“A billion is spoiling? Your grandma cost your grandpa a fortune back in the day! Let’s just say research is pricey!” Declan shook his head, sighing.

Elizabeth looked down, feeling a bit envious but was quiet. Finding a loving and stable partner in this life is no easy feat.

Elizabeth scrolled through her phone and saw messages from her hospital colleagues.

Colleague one: [Last night Mr. Tudor agreed to marry Esme, & today the Tudor family came to the hospital to see Esme. Do you think these two are gonna make it?]

Colleague two: [Is Mr. Tudor’s divorce finalized?]

Colleague three: [Can’t you see? Last night Esme was clearly forcing marriage!]

Colleague one: Forcing a marriage needs mutual feelings. If Alexander doesn’t like Esme, why would he care if she lives or dies?

Colleague three: [With so many people from the Russell family there, what else could Mr. Tudor do?]

Soon, a colleague with a new avatar jumped in.

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Colleague four: [Mr. Tudor accompanied Ms. Russell for a check-up today, and Ms. Russell has depression.]

Colleague one: [Ms. Russell is so rich but still depressed? If I were Esme, I’d go nuts. Depression is impossible! What problem can’t money solve?]

After a bit, the director chimed in.

Nick: [Doesn’t anyone have work to do? This is the official group, no gossiping.]

At the hospital, Nick put down his phone and looked at Alexander, who was sitting across from him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed. “Mr. Tudor, I’ll find the best psychologist to consult with Ms. Russell. But she has to cooperate. If she has no will to live, even the best experts can’t help, right?”

Alexander nodded. “You’re right, Director. What do I need to do?”

Nick replied, “Mr. Tudor, just keep Ms. Russell happy.”

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and Nolan stood outside, calling, “Mr. Tudor, Mrs. Tudor is here to see Ms. Russell.”

Alexander frowned, thinking, Esme can’t handle any more stress right now. Why is Elara here? He quickly headed downstairs. He expected Elara and Esme to argue, but the ward was surprisingly calm, no sign of conflict.

Elara looked at Alexander and said calmly, “You agreed to marry her.”

“Yeah,” Alexander replied.

Elara raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she sat on the couch, exuding a strong presence.

“Fine, I’ll stay out of it. If you both want to get married, then go for it.” Elara seemed indifferent, like she couldn’t care less.

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