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Penelope took a puff of second–hand smoke and started hacking away. Amid the fit, she gasped out to Alexander, “It was Tyrone. He made me pour oil on Emily and get back at her.”
Alexander, with a skeptical drawl, asked, “Oh?”
Noticing his doubt, Penelope quickly blurted, “For real! He and his mom can’t stand Emily.”
Alexander squinted and shot back, “You’re not bullshitting me?”
Penelope bobbed her head hard. “Cross my heart.”
Given Penelope’s family’s clout, Penelope wouldn’t have dared mess with Emily without backup.
Tyrone must’ve been behind it.
Thinking this, Alexander snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
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By the time Alexander got back to the hospital, the sky was just starting to lighten.
Vanessa was crashed out, slumped over the bedside. A gentle tap on her shoulder roused her.
Blinking awake, she saw Alexander and jolted. As she was about to ask something, he shushed her.
They stepped outside the ward.
Alexander said, “Thanks for holding down the fort. Go home and catch some Zs. I’ll stay with Emily.”
“She’s still shook from that beating and won’t be alone in the ward. So stick around, okay?” Vanessa fretted.
That hit Alexander right in the gut.
He paused, then nodded. “Sure thing.”
After Vanessa left, Alexander headed back in.
Sitting by the bed, he gazed at Emily. She was out cold3:12
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He smiled and reached out, but pulled his hand back. Didn’t wanna wake her.
Looking at the bruises all over her, Alexander felt like his heart was in a vise.
In a fit of self–loathing, he smacked himself twice.
After that, tears welled up.
Looking at Emily, he whispered, “Emily, I don’t care if you hear me, or about your husband and kid, or if you love me. From now on, I’m sticking by you.”
With that, Alexander slumped by the bedside.
Once Alexander was in dreamland, Emily’s eyes popped
open.
As she gazed at the clear–cut finger imprints on his face, her eyes brimmed with tears.
She’d heard every single word he’d said.
But were they sincere or just empty talk?
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The next morning, when Emily roused from sleep, the hospital room stood empty. Yet, the warm sunlight seeping through the window soothed her nerves.
Just as she stirred a bit, Alexander’s voice came through, “I’m in the bathroom, getting cleaned up. I’ll be out in a jiffy, so don’t worry.”
Emily followed the sound and spotted her phone on a video call with him.
She paused briefly before answering with a simple “Okay.”
Right then, the hospital room door creaked open.
Assuming it was Chloe and already gearing up to flee, Emily glanced over, only to find Emma standing there.
Relief washed over her, and she ditched the plan to run.
Emma strode in, a small box in hand. She chucked it onto the nightstand and grumbled, “Ethan was fretting you’d starve, so he sent me to check on you.“,
“I don’t need your phony kindness.” Emily’s face hardened.
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or feeding the goldfish. It’d beat seeing you, a sorry mess, any day.”
At her words, Emily let out a sarcastic laugh. “Then
scram.”
Emma blew her top. “Emily, you’re getting way too sassy! How dare you talk to me like that? You think you’re some high–society gal who can match my son?
“Take a good look at yourself. You’re no socialite. You should be thanking your lucky stars you landed Ethan.”
Emily responded with another mocking laugh but held her tongue.
Seeing this, Emma fumed. “You’re being such a brat. You think you can treat me like dirt? I’ll show you who’s boss.”
As Emma finished speaking, she started rolling up her sleeves, gearing up to throw another punch.
This time around, fear didn’t grip Emily as tightly.
With Alexander by her side, she felt a sense of security that was absent on that fateful night when she’d faced the
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swung open. There stood Alexander in his gray pajamas, propping himself against the doorframe. Instead of
coming closer, he stood his ground and growled, “Lay a hand on her, and you’ll regret it!”
Emma whipped around. Spotting Alexander, she hesitated and asked, “Alexander?”
Alexander was running an electric shaver over his stubble while stroking his chin. He flashed a grin at Emma. “Fancy meeting you here, Mrs. Emma Wilson!”
“Who’s fancy–meeting you? Cut the small talk.” Emma wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Alexander laughed and quipped, “You haven’t changed a bit. Still as stuck–up as ever.”
There’d always been a business rivalry between the Wilson and the Lessing families. It wasn’t just Ethan and Alexander who butted heads; the whole families were at
odds.
Emma tossed her head back proudly. “Look at my boy. I’ve every right to be proud.”
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