Chapter 521
Alexander snapped, “Get out!”
Kieran said, “Even if you want me gone, I gotta say it, Alexander. You should go after Elizabeth now. Wait too long, and you’ll lose her.”
Alexander’s frown deepened. “Get out!” he shouted again. The hospital room door slammed shut, leaving an eerie silence.
‘Elizabeth and Sheldon are teaming up,’ Alexander mused. Ever since the divorce, Elizabeth always had some new guy around. Alexander couldn’t shake the unease. After mulling it over, he called Nolan. “Get me out of here tomorrow morning.”
Nolan protested, “That’s not possible, Mr. Tudor. The doctor said you need more observation!”
“I’m fine,” Alexander insisted. “I’m not that fragile.”
Nolan’s silence spoke volumes.
“If you’re too busy, I’ll handle it myself,” Alexander added.
Nolan sighed. “Alright, Mr. Tudor.”
Alexander tossed his phone aside. Staying here any longer was a bad idea. Too much to do once he got out.
As he pondered, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. ‘Who could it be this late?’ he wondered.
“Come in,” he called out, his voice muffled.
The door creaked open, but no one appeared. He couldn’t see the doorway, so he asked, “Who’s there?”
The sound of high heels clicked closer. Alexander’s face darkened. He knew who it was.
Esme walked in slowly, wearing a white dress with a coat draped over her shoulders, her curly hair cascading down, eyes red. She held flowers in one hand and a bag of fruit in the other, approaching cautiously.
“Alexander,” she said softly.
“You’re not welcome here,” he replied coldly.
“Please, Alexander, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to,” Esme pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
“Right, you didn’t mean to. You planned it all along! You deceived me for three years, pretending to be Elizabeth. That’s a crime!” His expression was icy.
Esme’s heart ached, her lip trembling. “Alexander, my love for you was just too intense. Blame me for pretending to be Elizabeth, but my love for you is real.” She stepped closer, tears falling, her voice choked with emotion.
Alexander sneered, sarcasm in his eyes. “Ms. Russell, love requires honesty.”
Esme was at a loss for words.