Chapter 174 A Rush to the Hospital
"That’s right, you've clarified," Ava stated, her phone clicking shut and set aside as she pivoted to face him. "Yet, does it matter if you didn't share a bed with her? Did you not still disconnect your phone and whisk her away on a holiday? Are you not the one persistently demanding a divorce, eager to marry her? Do you not always leap to her defense at the first hint of danger? So, whether or not you two were intimate doesn't seem to alter the equation significantly."
Regardless of the circumstances, Ava was certain that the relationship she once shared with Alexander was irretrievably altered. He was entwined with Isabella, a complex knot that no amount of effort on her part could unravel.
Alexander's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles blanching and veins protruding, every muscle in his body taut with tension.
Ava was merely putting on a show for Isabella, her apparent satisfaction with their non-divorce was nothing more than a ploy to provoke her.
Alexander remained stationary, his car idling, and Ava didn't press him to move. Instead, she retrieved her phone and resumed her aimless scrolling.
In truth, she was merely opening and closing applications, a futile exercise in killing time.
Eventually, Alexander shifted the car into gear, pressed his foot to the accelerator, and they were off.
Midway through their journey, Ava's phone rang. She answered, and a wave of urgency washed over her typically composed features. "I understand, I'll be there immediately!" she exclaimed.
She swiftly turned to Alexander, "We need to get to Virtuous Heaven Hospital, now!"
"What's happened?" Alexander was taken aback, seldom had he seen Ava in such a state of urgency.
"It's Amelia, she's in trouble. Please, hurry."
Alexander felt a sudden pang of familiarity, as if they were a long-married couple, comfortable and accustomed to each other's quirks. He found the sensation oddly comforting.
He programmed the GPS, located the fastest route, and promptly turned the car around.
Upon their arrival at the hospital, Ava rushed into the ward, where she found Amelia Bennett lying on a hospital bed, her forehead swathed in bandages.
"Amelia, how are you feeling?" Ava hurried to her side, taking a seat by the bed.
"I'm okay, but why are you here?" Amelia queried.
"I received a call from the hospital that you'd been assaulted, so I came straight away."
"Oh, it must've been my coworker," Amelia offered a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, I listed your number as my emergency contact, so they called you."
"It's okay, they did the right thing. What happened? Who did this to you?"
"I'm not seriously injured," Amelia reassured her, sitting up in bed. "I just had a disagreement with a particularly aggressive patient, I never imagined he would resort to violence."
"Is it serious?" Ava asked, her concern evident.
"No, it's minor. Fortunately, I have the day off and I'll be able to go home after some rest."
"Where's the man who hit you?" Ava's voice was laced with anger. "Regardless of the circumstances, resorting to violence is unacceptable."
"The police have taken him into custody, I'm fine," Amelia reassured her, her gaze drifting to the man lingering in the doorway.
Alexander leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest, radiating an air of nonchalant confidence. His concern for Amelia Bennett was not as palpable as Ava's—after all, Amelia was not his friend.
"Why is he here?" Amelia whispered.
"We arrived together. He offered to drive me here after I received the call."
"I see. So, are you two proceeding with the divorce today?"
Amelia had been in regular contact with Ava over the past few days, so she was well informed about the situation.
The mere mention of it seemed to make Ava uncomfortable. "Well, that is... I mean..."
Reading Ava's expression, Amelia quickly grasped the implication. "You can't mean—"
She was about to elaborate but stopped herself, acutely aware of Alexander's presence.
