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Chapter 316 Which Alexander Was the Real One? 

Hearing Alexander running her son down, Emma let out a disdainful scoff. “Before you go around criticizing others, take a good, hard look at yourself,” she retorted. 

Alexander arched an eyebrow and flashed a smile. “Look at what? How charming I am with all the ladies falling at my feet?” 

“You’re so shameless!” Emma spat in disgust. 

Alexander just shrugged it off casually. But in an instant, his smile vanished, replaced by a cold, piercing glare as he demanded impatiently, “Alright, can you get lost now?” 

“And who do you think you are to tell me to leave?” Emma let out a mocking laugh. 

At her words, Alexander drawled, mimicking her, “Who do I think I am?” 

Then, after a brief pause, he turned to Emily and said suggestively, “Well, you should ask Ms. Carter that.” 1/7 

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Emily propped herself up against the headboard of the bed. Seeing Emma’s utterly confused expression, she blurted out without a second thought, “Mr. Lessing is my lover.” 

Those words hit Emma like a bombshell. Not only her, but Alexander, who’d been enjoying the whole drama, was also taken aback. 

He’d expected Emily to say they were just friends or even pretend they didn’t know each other. But there she was, calmly stating that he was her lover. 

Even though it was all a lie, Emily’s calmness made Alexander’s heart skip a beat. 

Emma stared at her in disbelief. “What did you say?” 

Emily repeated firmly, “Mr. Lessing is my lover.” 

This time, Emma heard it crystal–clear. Her face darkened with rage as she snapped at Emily, “You’ve lost your mind! How could you do this to Ethan? You’re cheating on him!” 

As she spoke, she raised her hand, ready to slap Emily, 

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“Before you make that move, think twice. Can you handle the consequences? Since she’s my girl, hurting her is like. stabbing me in the heart. Do you really think the Wilson family can afford to mess with me?” 

After a tense moment of silence, Emma angrily dropped her hand. 

But her anger was still boiling over, and she took it all out on Emily. “How could you be so heartless to Ethan? Aren’t you even a bit sorry?” 

Emily was already at her wits‘ end. She shot back, “So what if I am? So what if I’m not?” 

Emma was furious. Pointing an accusing finger at Emily, she shouted, “You’re the most shameless woman I’ve ever met, hooking up with a guy like Alexander!” 

However, Emily remained unfazed. She looked up at Emma defiantly and asked, “So? What are you gonna do about it, huh?” 

Emma was hopping mad. “Divorce! You’re getting a divorce, and you’ll leave with nothing. Not a single cent from my Ethan.” 

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instead, Emily burst into laughter and said with a hint of sarcastic gratitude, “Well, then I really gotta thank you for that.” 

Hearing that, Emma was even more enraged. “You…” 

Before she could finish her sentence, Alexander stepped forward, towering over Emma. His imposing figure cast a long shadow on the floor. “Now, can you please leave this place?” he asked, his voice cold and firm. 

Emma didn’t even look at Alexander, but she could feel the power radiating from him. 

In the sprawling city of Los Angeles, the Wilson family was indeed a force to be reckoned with, but Alexander was no slouch either. 

The two families had equal standing, and neither could afford a direct confrontation. 

In the end, Emma had no choice but to storm out of the 

room. 

After she left, Alexander picked up the small box on the nightstand. Opening it, he found a bowl of thin broth that 

was more like water. 

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Frowning in disgust, he tossed the whole box into the trash can. 

Suddenly, Alexander’s phone buzzed. It was his assistant on the line. 

He walked over to the door to wait. Soon enough, the assistant arrived with a well–crafted breakfast spread. 

Back in the hospital room, he opened the meal container. 

The breakfast was a feast: there was creamy tomato soup, crispy bacon as a side, fluffy scrambled eggs, and buttery croissants. 

Emily, being injured, found it difficult to eat on her own. Alexander offered, “Let me take care of this.” 

He scooped up some soup with a spoon, blew on it gently, and fed her the first bite. Then, looking her straight in the eye, he said, “Get rid of the baby and come with me. Leave Los Angeles. I’ll give you the life you’ve always dreamed of.” 

He hadn’t forgotten her words about craving a simple, happy life. 

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She stared down at him, seeing nothing but honest affection in his eyes. 

For a split second, Emily thought maybe she could just go with him and start anew. 

But that thought vanished in seconds. 

She knew Alexander probably had his own agenda, but she didn’t call him out on it. 

After a moment of silence, she finally replied, “Alexander, my family is here in Los Angeles. I can’t ever leave this place.” 

Alexander wasn’t phased by her answer. He just carried on feeding her. 

Emily was about to say she could do it herself, but Alexander seemed to read her mind. “Let me do it,” he 

insisted. 

So, Emily gave in. 

He fed her another spoonful of soup and casually said, “If you won’t leave, that’s fine. I’ve got a spot right here by 12 

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“Lover,” Alexander said, dead serious. 

Emily then remembered the incident and quickly tried to explain, “Alexander, I just said that without thinking. Of course, I had my own selfish motives. I wanted to use your status to put Emma in her place. I just…” 

“But I took it seriously.” Alexander cut her off. 

Emily was left at a loss for words. 

Alexander’s sincere look always made her question reality. 

Which Alexander was the real one? 

The caring guy in front of her or the one who kissed Nancy? Maybe neither, or maybe both. 

She snapped out of her thoughts and told him, “I really didn’t mean it. Don’t let it bother you.” 

Alexander didn’t say a word, but his grip on the spoon tightened. 

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