“Your parents are very upset,” Elizabeth said slowly. She didn’t know if Esme could hear her. “Esme, your parents are hiding a secret from you.”

Esme opened her eyes. She glared at Elizabeth, her eyes filled with hostility. Elizabeth disliked this and turned to leave; Esme was furious. Elizabeth said Esme’s parents had a secret, but she wouldn’t say who it was. Wasn’t Elizabeth doing this on purpose? It was simply too hateful!

When Elizabeth reached the hallway, Alexander was already gone. A nurse reminded Elizabeth, “Mr. Tudor said he’s waiting for you in the downstairs lounge.” Elizabeth nodded in thanks and went downstairs with the director to find Alexander. Alexander was drinking coffee. Elizabeth thought about Esme’s situation upstairs and then looked at Alexander, unable to help but sigh.

“Mr. Tudor, you really have a cold heart.”

Wasn’t Alexander’s current attitude the same as when he used to treat Elizabeth?

“She deserves it,” he said flatly.

The director said, “Ms. Russell’s mental state is indeed unstable, but Mr. Tudor, to be honest…” Before she could finish, Alexander looked up. He stared at the director, and she fell silent. Alexander’s gaze was so cold, it seemed to warn her not to speak further. He exuded an indescribable sense of oppression, very fierce.

Elizabeth took a sip of coffee and said to Alexander, “Let’s go.”

“So you came all this way just to provoke her and then leave?” Alexander looked up at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and put down her cup. What else? Was she supposed to stay and keep Esme company?

“So what are you trying to accomplish?” Alexander was a bit puzzled.

Elizabeth smirked, “Nothing, Mr. Tudor, I just wanted to see if I could boss you around.”

Chapter 883

Elizabeth’s tone was calm. Alexander, however, fell silent. She just wanted to see if he was willing to accompany her on this trip. He could even neglect his company, standing in line for three hours in the morning just to buy the pizza she mentioned in her sleep last night. Why wouldn’t he be willing to accompany her on this trip?

Elizabeth walked out, her steps light and filled with an indescribable sense of ease and joy. Alexander couldn’t help but shake his head, half amused, half exasperated.

As he was about to leave, the director asked, “Mr. Tudor, what about Ms. Russell?”

“Contact her brother. All expenses will be covered by the Russell Family. Take good care of Ms. Russell,” Alexander said, giving the director a sidelong glance.

The director didn’t quite understand what Alexander meant by “take good care.”

Elizabeth got into the car, and Alexander followed. She sat in the back again. Alexander sat in the driver’s seat, looking at her for a while.

“Drive, let’s go see your grandmother,” Elizabeth said.

“Come sit in the front,” he insisted.

Elizabeth frowned, “No.”

“Elizabeth, I’m the driver. If you don’t come up front, I’m not driving,” Alexander frowned as well.

They stared at each other, their eyes filled with a bit of confrontation. This reminded Elizabeth of high school, where they used to confront each other like this. It wasn’t until college, when she realized her feelings for Alexander, that she started to be so accommodating to him. After they got married, he ignored her. Now, because Alexander was trying to win her back, he was being very polite to her.