“Man, their relationships are a mess,” Henry thought. His assistant pinged him again: [Boss, did you see this? The Tudor Group is about to go through some major changes. j] Henry just replied to him and didn’t bother looking at it again.

Henry thought, ‘Yeah, the Tudor Group is definitely in for some big changes. No wonder Alexander woke up the other day, only to get a high fever and pass out again. Turns out he got soaked in the rain while looking for Elizabeth.’

Henry glanced at Esme’s room and sighed. “Esme,” he knocked on the door, his voice heavy. “I know you like Alexander, but if someone doesn’t belong to you, keeping him around won’t make you happy.”

There was no answer. Henry’s face was a mix of emotions. “What I’m trying to say is, maybe…”

Just stop liking Alexander, ‘Henry thought. “There are so many guys out there, and she’s the beloved one of the Russell Family. Why does it have to be Alexander?”

“I just want Alexander, no one else!” Esme’s voice was hoarse.

Henry sighed. “But I don’t think Alexander likes you at all; it’s always been in your head. Just look at the news!”

With that, Henry left. Esme lay on her bed, tears streaming down her face. She picked up her phone. When she saw the news of Alexander kneeling to Elizabeth, she was speechless.

‘Why did Alexander kneel to Elizabeth? Is this even Alexander?’ Esme thought. The comments were all mocking Alexander.

‘Who would let this news spread online? Wasn’t this from a few days ago? Why is it blowing up now?’ Esme bit her lip. ‘He actually knelt to Elizabeth,’ she thought.

Over the years, he seemed gentle to her, but he never did anything that would hurt his pride. Esme felt crushed. As her brother said, she couldn’t keep Alexander. He never belonged to her. But she just liked Alexander—an obsessive kind of liking.

Esme felt she couldn’t live without Alexander. She was too hooked on the special treatment and gentleness Alexander gave her. And it had been three years. Now, suddenly asking her not to love Alexander, she really couldn’t do it. Thinking of this, Esme felt heartbroken. She had no choice.

At the hospital, Elara stood by the window, arms crossed, staring outside, deep in thought. Blake draped a coat over her shoulders. Elara turned and smiled gently, then went back to looking out the window. She had seen the news of her son kneeling and realized it was Elizabeth who saved Alexander during the kidnapping three years ago.

‘How much has Elizabeth sacrificed for the Tudor Family?’ Elara wondered.

“Alexander really messed up,” Elara said with a bitter smile. “Who can make up for the three years Elizabeth was impersonated? I really don’t know what to say about Esme,” said Elara. “But in the end, we’re also to blame. We totally missed the truth about our son’s rescue three years ago. It’s so shameful!”

Blake patted Elara’s shoulder, trying to comfort her. “When Alexander gets better, our family will personally go to visit the Percy Family and apologize,” Blake said.

“An apology isn’t enough for Elizabeth.” Elara shook her head, feeling too ashamed to even face Elizabeth.

Just then, a soft voice came from the hospital bed. “Mom.”