Chapter 242 Hallucinations
Alexander Mitchell gripped the pillow, his brow furrowed, "How did you get here?"
At first, he thought he was hallucinating - how did the butler’s touch become so feminine? Even now, he felt it couldn't be real. Was the pain so intense that it was causing him to hallucinate?
There was no response from the woman behind him, and Alexander Mitchell's lips twisted into a reluctant smile.
He was right; it had to be his imagination. How could this woman possibly be here? He was supposed to be with William Bennett.
Once he realized it was just a figment of his imagination, Alexander Mitchell went silent.
It wasn't until the person behind him finished treating his wound and a woman's voice said, “Done, I’ll wrap it with gauze now. Sit up a bit, will you?” that he froze. Enduring the soreness, he swiftly sat up and turned to look at the woman behind him.
Ava Anderson was in a light beige dress, her hair swept up into a bun, exuding innocence. Her appearance could easily make her pass for a high school student in any American high school.
Alexander Mitchell was baffled, “What are you doing here?”
"I..." Ava Anderson paused, then slightly lifted her head and said, "I hadn’t finished packing up some of my things before, still had stuff here to pick up, so I came back. Just so happened the butler and the others were still around, he mentioned you were here too."
She sounded a bit awkward.
"Really? So you just came to pack your stuff?" For a moment, he had thought she came because she was worried about him; turns out, he was overthinking it.
Alexander Mitchell, you sure have an overactive imagination—she's just here to pick up her things, nothing more.
"Then go ahead and pack your stuff, what're you doing here?" Alexander Mitchell sprawled on the bed in what seemed like a huff.
"I saw Grandma today. I know what you said to her, and that she hit you."
"Oh, is that so?” Alexander shifted his head slightly. So, was this woman here to tidy up, or had she heard about the slap and used packing as an excuse to check on him?
"If you'd left when I did yesterday, you wouldn't have been hit. Who asked you to go in there?"
Ava Anderson's voice carried a hint of reproach.
Annoyed, Alexander reflected on how he'd stood up for her and ended up taking a beating for it. And now, she was blaming him?
He snorted, "In your eyes, I've always been the undutiful grandson. Just when I do something right, can't you at least be satisfied?”
Ava Anderson frowned. "When did I ever say you were undutiful to Grandma?"
She had never uttered such words.
And she'd never thought it, either!
"You never said it, but that's what you think!" he retorted.
Ava Anderson couldn't hold back her frustration. "I never said it, nor have I thought it. Stop making things up."
"Am I always making things up? Was me seeing you spending the night at William Bennett's place also a figment of my imagination?"
He had seen it with his own eyes!
"Aren't you the one who told Grandma that my situation with William Bennett was a misunderstanding? You said it yourself. Why are you bringing it up again?"
"I told Grandma that to calm her down, but it doesn't mean I really believe there's nothing between you and William Bennett. You lied to me once, that's a fact."
It was a hurdle he couldn't get over in his heart.
That day, on her birthday, she had been with William Bennett.
They had been together all along.
"What did I lie to you about?" Ava Anderson slammed the cotton swab and tweezers into the medical tray with a sharp clack!
