Chapter 274 Talking Nonsense Without Blushing
"Why didn't you tell me you followed too?" Alexander wondered if that was the night Ava had gone to look for comfort from William Bennett.
The mere thought of that man sent a chill through Alexander's eyes. He harbored a natural hostility toward William Bennett; the dislike was instantaneous from the moment he first saw him.
Just like the saying goes, a single mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.
"What do I have to tell you?" Ava Anderson spoke with indifference. "Anyway, once I saw how much you cared about Isabella Harrington, I left."
"Why didn't you go home after you left? Why did you seek out William Bennett?" Alexander Mitchell pressed for an answer.
Ava Anderson fell silent.
She didn't tell him that on that rainy night, she had collapsed in agony, nearly meeting disaster.
It was William Bennett who had rushed to the hospital to see her.
Meanwhile, Alexander Mitchell was at Isabella Harrington's bedside, never leaving her side.
She was grateful to William Bennett for providing comfort in her time of despair.
She decided not to let Alexander Mitchell know these things. If he knew, it would only make her seem more pitiful.
A silence settled between them, and Alexander Mitchell didn't say anything more. His heart was pounding uncomfortably, feeling as if it was being stretched by something.
Ava Anderson re-dressed his wound, wrapping it with fresh bandages before putting the medical kit away.
"All done, you should get some sleep."
Ava Anderson then lay down on the couch.
Alexander Mitchell lay on his side in bed, staring blankly at her.
"Isabella needs a heart transplant, but we don't know when well find a suitable donor. I'll probably marry her soon, before her surgery."
Ava lay back, her gaze fixed calmly on the ceiling. She clenched her hand hidden under the blanket, gripping the fabric, and her mouth twitched slightly as she spoke, "You want to fulfill her wish, so marry her quickly. Hearts aren't easy to come by."
Although she was in pain, a numbness was mixed with her suffering.
More precisely, it was a habit—she was really used to it now. Since they were divorced, she should get used to it.
Used to the pain.
Used to it until eventually, she became numb.
"If you ever decide to marry someone, I'll make sure you have the best dowry," Alexander Mitchell suddenly said.
Ava Anderson raised an eyebrow, turning her head, "What did you say?"
"I'm like your brother," Alexander Mitchell said with a gentle smile. "So I'll always take care of you. If that guy ever bullies you or doesn't treat you right, I'll make sure he learns his lesson."
“Lecture my future husband in the role of my big brother?” Ava Anderson asked.
Alexander Mitchell nodded, “Yeah.”
Ava Anderson let out a resigned chuckle, “Then can I, as your sister, give Isabella Harrington a piece of my mind? If she does anything wrong, I'll make sure to set her straight.”
Alexander Mitchell's expression froze for a moment.
He reluctantly spoke, “I'm tired. You should get some sleep too.”
Whenever Isabella Harrington came up, he found himself at a loss for words.
Alexander Mitchell slowly closed his eyes.
Ava Anderson lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, feeling as if two drops of liquid had escaped the corners of her eyes.
When she touched her face, it was as if those tears had never fallen.
Time ticked away by the second.
Ava Anderson couldn't fall asleep; she turned to gaze at Alexander Mitchell, who was soundly asleep.
Checking the time, it was already the early morning hours, how quickly it had passed.
Ava Anderson gently touched her belly and whispered, “Baby, isn’t your daddy a bit ridiculous? He talks about divorcing mommy because of another woman, and yet he’s now claiming, without a hint of embarrassment, that he will protect mommy for life. There's no man more absurd than him.”
