Chapter 373 Dirtying My Hands
"It's simple, you're not a good person," Alexander hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes aflame with indignation.
The two towering figures stood in close proximity, their over six-foot frames radiating an imposing aura. As they locked eyes, the air seemed to thicken with the scent of impending conflict. The bystanders, sensing the brewing storm, cautiously retreated, maintaining a safe distance from the two men.
Felix, a known associate of the men, mirrored the crowd's actions, taking a step back, then another. Those familiar with the pair knew better than to cross paths with them.
William's eyes narrowed into a fierce glare as he retorted, "And what about you, Alexander? Do you consider yourself a good person?"
William leaned in closer, a sneer tugging at his lips, "When you can't even be a good husband, how can you claim to be a good man? Isn't that right?"
Internally, William scoffed at the irony of Alexander's accusation. While he was no saint, he believed Alexander was in no position to pass judgment. The tension between them was palpable, a volatile mix ready to explode at any moment.
Felix, despite his long-standing association with Alexander and his mental resilience, found himself at a loss in the face of this escalating situation. The two men seemed to have abandoned reason, and he knew from experience that when reason was discarded, fists often followed. It was a precursor to wars.
A sudden laugh from Alexander broke the tension, his eyes glinting with disdain. "Either way, I was her husband, and she gave me everything. You wouldn't know, but as a husband, I was most capable during the nights. Don't believe me? You can ask Ava."
"Alexander!" William roared, his emotions spiraling out of control. He lunged forward, gripping Alexander's collar. "You're despicable. How dare you say such things? What do you think Ava is to you?"
"Let go of Mr. Mitchell!" Felix interjected, attempting to defuse the situation. However, Alexander remained calm and commanded, "Stand down."
"But..." Felix wanted to protest, but the icy, stern look from Alexander silenced him. He retreated a few steps, watching the unfolding drama from a distance.
Alexander chuckled lightly, his gaze locked onto William's. "Are you upset? It seems you're not as refined as you portray yourself to be. If you're looking for a fight, I'm more than willing to oblige."
Alexander's nonchalant attitude ignited William's fury. He released his grip on Alexander, his voice seething with anger. "Alexander, I won't stoop so low as to fight you!"
His refusal was not just about maintaining his dignity. If he were to engage in a physical altercation with Alexander, Ava would inevitably find out. He didn't want to burden her with their feud or give her any reason to worry about Alexander.
Alexander casually adjusted his suit, a flick of his finger straightening the creases. His eyes sparkled with an air of superiority as he casually slipped his hands into his pockets, glancing briefly at the enraged William.
"I have no idea what Ava is hiding from me. If you refuse to spill the beans, I have ample reasons to confront her directly."
William's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles whitening. "Alexander, you don't give a damn about Ava. If you cared even a little bit about her, you wouldn't say these things, nor would you disrupt her life."
Alexander retorted, "I've known her for ten years, how can you say I don't care? You have no right to judge me!"
"What does 10 years matter? When Ava fainted, she refused to tell you. After I took her away from the hospital, she spent the night feverish and crying. Where were you then? Either preoccupied with Isabella or acting like a madman, barging into Ava's home in the dead of night, ranting and raving, completely disregarding her wishes. You're clueless about the situation, yet you have the audacity to blame her!"
