Chapter 75

Elizabeth was in the middle of a dare when she was suddenly lifted off her feet. She glanced up, her lips brushing against Alexander’s cheek. For a moment, Elizabeth swallowed hard, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and lowering her head.

“Almander, get Elizabeth to the hospital, now!” Elara urged.

Alexander’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He nodded and held Elizabeth tighter. As Joseph frowned and was about to follow, Alexander shot him a cold glance and said, “Don’t you trust me to take care of her?”

Joseph stopped in his tracks and forced a smile. “Mr. Tudor, don’t misunderstand.”

Blood from Elizabeth’s wrist dripped onto Alexander’s neck; the warm, sticky sensation made him panic. He glanced at Elizabeth, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and quickened his pace. Elizabeth looked up at his profile, unsure if she saw a hint of worry in his eyes.

Esme was about to follow, but Kieran stopped her. “Ms. Russell, they’re married. You shouldn’t interfere,” Kieran said with a friendly smile.

Esme’s expression was anything but friendly. “Kieran, they’re getting a divorce!”

“You said it yourself—they’re getting a divorce, but they haven’t actually divorced yet,” Kieran replied, still grinning.

Esme was speechless. She tried to bypass Kieran, but he blocked her again, arms crossed, looking nonchalant yet determined. “Kieran—” Esme was furious but had no choice but to stay put, watching Alexander carry Elizabeth away. She bit her lower lip, seething with anger. She had arranged for the waiter to knock over the wine tower, get injured, and then blame Elizabeth! But why hadn’t things gone as planned?

Outside the hotel, the breeze brushed against Elizabeth’s wound, causing a stinging pain. Nolan drove up, and Alexander carefully placed Elizabeth in the car. Nolan sped off. Alexander held Elizabeth’s shoulder while calling the hospital. “Prepare the emergency room immediately!” His tone was urgent, filled with panic.

For a moment, Elizabeth thought she had become Esme, because every time Esme got hurt, he treated her the same way. Elizabeth said hoarsely, “Alexander, I’m not Esme.”

“I know!” he responded coldly, his eyes filled with unreadable emotions as he looked at her. He wasn’t foolish enough to confuse Elizabeth with Esme. Elizabeth swallowed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, wishing she could dig her nails into her flesh. He knew! Then why was he doing this? Didn’t he hate her, despise her?

Sensing Elizabeth’s confusion, Alexander moved his lips and explained irritably, “Don’t overthink it. This is Grandma’s birthday party. I couldn’t let Lily see Joseph.” Hearing Elizabeth’s laughter, Alexander felt even more still. Nolan glanced back and sped up again. Soon, they arrived at the hospital. Alexander carefully placed Elizabeth on a bed. The emergency door had been waiting, along with a dermatologist specializing in…

The doctor quickly removed several pieces of glass from Elizabeth’s wrist. Elizabeth frowned and turned her head away. Alexander watched her, seeing her tightly closed eyes but hearing no complaints. Feeling the doctor’s touch was a bit heery; Elizabeth whispered, “It hurts,” her voice hoarse, yet carrying a hint of softness. Alexander admonished. He stepped forward, pushing the doctors aside, his voice cold. “I’ll do it.” Elizabeth immediately looked up. Alexander looked down at her, his tone harsh, “What are you doing?” If the doctors couldn’t control their strength while treating her…