Unrepairable Love

Chapter 768

The Tudor Villa.

After Kieran dropped Lila off at home, he drove to Alexander’s place because he saw the note. “Hospital, Esme’s follower Vincent,” it read. What did this note mean? It had something to do with the hospital; could it be related to Alexander’s grandmother? So, he went straight to the Tudor Villa.

When Alexander opened the door, he looked quite annoyed. His eyes were a bit red, and he seemed very tired, clearly having not slept for a long time. He poured a glass of water and handed it to Kieran. “Staying up late, aren’t you afraid of sudden death?”

Kieran sneered, “You should save that line for yourself.”

Alexander clicked his tongue, then threw himself onto the couch, picked up a glass of wine from the coffee table, and took a sip. “What do you want?”

It was only then that Kieran noticed the living room was a mess, with wine bottles and glasses everywhere. How did Alexander let himself get into this state?

“Just checking if you’re still alive,” Kieran joked.

Alexander retorted, “You’ll die before I do.”

Kieran was indifferent. He lazily smiled and remarked, “A home really can’t go a day without a lady, huh? Without Elizabeth, your life seems pretty rough?” Kieran picked up an empty wine bottle from the coffee table. “Drinking such good wine all by yourself?”

Alexander shot a cold glance at Kieran. He was really annoying.

“I haven’t been to your place in a while. Has anything changed?” Kieran wandered around and finally stopped in front of the couch.

Alexander remained calm. Just as Kieran said, without a lady, things had changed.

“Seems like it.” Kieran’s gaze landed on a painting on the wall. Kieran raised his hand and pointed at the painting, curling his lips. “That’s not the original painting.”

Only then did Alexander look over. Yeah, it wasn’t the one Elizabeth painted. It was a clumsy attempt by Alexander. The more he tried to imitate Elizabeth’s painting, the more mistakes he made.

Alexander downed the wine in his glass.

Alexander didn’t respond. He just looked at Kieran. He wouldn’t come over in the middle… Kieran didn’t care that much about Alexander’s life or death. He should throw it away. Looking at it will only upset him.

“Note at the bar today,” Kieran sat down next to Alexander. The smell of alcohol on Alexander was particularly strong. “You should drink less. Don’t end up in the hospital with a stomach ulcer. Don’t you know your own condition?” Kieran reminded Alexander while picking up something, frowning.

Alexander’s hand holding the glass paused, remembering Elizabeth’s words. Alexander took a couple more sips of wine, then felt at ease. Kieran handed him a note.

“What?” Alexander asked.

“See for yourself. I was confused too. A waiter gave it to me,” Kieran shrugged, “but I think it was meant for you. After all, it’s related to Esme.”

Hearing it was related to Esme, Alexander immediately opened the note. “Hospital, Esme’s follower Vincent,” it read. Alexander’s pupils contracted, and he instantly sobered up, sitting up straight, no longer slouching.

“Something wrong? You understand?” Kieran asked him.

Alexander pursed his lips, “Who gave it to you?”

“The bar waiter,” Kieran replied.