Chapter 891

Thrabeth had been in the ward for a long time, but Alexander still hadn’t returned. Just as she was about to leave, the door opened. Elara walked in, sighing, “I told you not to get involved! Now you’ve hurt your hand so badly you can’t even take care of yourself?”

Elizabeth was stunned. She saw Alexander following behind Elara, his right hand wrapped in gauze and hanging by his side. “What happened?” Elizabeth asked in confusion, taking a couple of steps forward. “His right hand?” Wasn’t that the hand he used to support her yesterday? Could it be a bone injury? She had seen him driving today without any issues, just a bit of swelling.

“He accidentally hit his hand while helping someone earlier,” Elara explained. “It was already swollen before, but he wouldn’t say how it happened. The doctor said it’s a bone injury and needs a cast, but he refused and just had it wrapped in gauze.”

Elizabeth listened, feeling quite puzzled. Why did Elara’s explanation sound so confusing? “Do you bleed?” Elizabeth asked. Alexander immediately shook his head. “No.” What if she insisted on unwrapping it to check? Elizabeth was so meticulous; it would be hard to fool her.

“My hand was really swollen earlier, so I went to get it checked,” Alexander said, hiding his hand behind his back. “The doctor said it’s not a big deal, just wrapped it up.” Elizabeth stared directly at Alexander. Worried that she might have caused him some trouble, she said, “I’ll go ask the doctor.”

“Hey!” Alexander immediately reached out to stop Elizabeth. He looked at her, a bit flustered. Elara then said, “Anyway, the doctor said he shouldn’t use his hand for the next few days and should rest well.” Elizabeth looked at Elara, who added, “Maybe we should hire a caregiver to take care of you at home.” Alexander pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

Chapter 891

“Caregiver? No, they are not reliable,” Lily chimed in. “No matter how unreliable they are, they won’t dare to show it in front of Alexander, will they?” Elara questioned seriously.

Lily continued, “Alexander has a sensitive stomach and is picky about food. Would a caregiver know what he likes to eat? You know Alexander’s temper. If he’s even a little dissatisfied, he’ll fire them. By the time he gets used to that caregiver, his hand will probably be healed. Better not hire one.”

Elara listened quietly, occasionally glancing at Elizabeth. Elizabeth watched the two of them go back and forth. “So what do we do? I can’t take care of him; I’m really busy,” Elara quickly waved her hand, indicating she couldn’t handle it.

Lily laughed, “Why not have him stay with me? I need someone to take care of me anyway; I can take care of him too.” Elizabeth immediately said, “You can’t.”

“But his hand is a serious injury, and it’s his right hand. We can’t just ignore him,” Lily argued. Elizabeth didn’t know how to respond. Why did something feel off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it? The atmosphere in the room grew tense.

Alexander and Elara exchanged glances. He thought Elizabeth wouldn’t take care of him. She was avoiding him as much as possible now. Elara hadn’t expected it to be this awkward.

“I can manage on my own,” Alexander said softly, with a hint of grievance. “At worst, I’ll skip breakfast and just drink some water at night.” Hearing this, Elizabeth felt even more puzzled. It seemed like they were trying to guide her into getting involved. So, was his hand really injured again? Or was he using this as an excuse to get her to take care of him?