Chapter 63 The Agreement Signed
Alexander grappled with the notion that Isabella could be the person he was beginning to perceive.
He had even chastised Ava over the bracelet, yet Ava's sincerity had been undeniable.
"Alex, do you recall the bracelet?" Isabella asked, her voice wavering. "I remember commenting on its beauty, suggesting it would make an ideal gift for you. After you purchased it, I happened upon it and mistakenly thought it was intended for me. You corrected me, saying it was for Ava, and I praised your choice. Could she have misconstrued my words? I should have been clearer. Should I seek her out and clarify?"
Her face was a tumultuous mix of urgency and regret.
However, confronting Ava would be fruitless. There was no concrete evidence to support his suspicions. Their private conversation in the office was known only to them, and Ava could manipulate the narrative to her advantage.
Alexander mulled over her words before responding with an icy detachment, "In the future, refrain from discussing such matters. If half-truths lead to misunderstandings, it's better to remain silent."
"But, Alex," Isabella stammered, her eyes wide with panic, "you're misunderstanding. I didn't mean to cause trouble. It was an unintentional slip. I can explain everything to Ava."
"No need," he replied tersely. "I just hope a situation like this doesn't repeat itself."
Rising from his seat, the fatigue evident in his posture, he added, "Your fever has subsided. I should leave."
As he turned to exit, Isabella clutched his hand. "Alex, are you angry with me? I apologize for my thoughtless words, but I assure you, they were unintentional. Please, believe me."
He glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. "I hope so. Rest now."
Recognizing the unspoken warning in his gaze, Isabella chose to remain silent. The more she protested, the deeper she would dig herself into a hole.
Reluctantly releasing his hand, she whispered, "You should rest as well. Thank you for everything today."
Once Alexander had departed, he settled into his car and massaged his temples, seeking a moment of clarity. He reached for his phone, only to find it had run out of battery. Plugging it in, he waited for it to charge before switching it on.
Without waiting for it to fully power up, he set it aside and pulled out of the driveway.
As he navigated the streets, the passing streetlights seemed to morph into Ava's face. Her expression was a mystery to him, a blend of joy and sorrow.
To her, he was merely a brother.
Her distress likely stemmed from her reliance on him, a sister's dependency on her brother. As he prepared to distance himself from her, she would undoubtedly feel a sense of loss, yet perhaps, a sense of relief as well.
Suddenly, his phone rang, shattering the silence.Picking up the call, he answered, "Hello?"
"Felix here. I've been trying to reach you, but your phone was off," came the voice from the other end, laced with concern.
"My phone died. What's up?" Alexander responded curtly.
"Mr. Mitchell, I delivered the revised divorce papers to the hospital today. Your wife has signed them."
Alexander's grip on the phone tightened. After a moment of silence, he managed to ask, "She signed without any objections?"
"Yes," Felix confirmed. "She seemed indifferent to the contents. She simply signed her name. She also left a message for you."
"What did she say?"
"She said you're free now, that you can be with the one you love. Congratulations."
Alexander's vision blurred, the traffic lights melding into a sea of red and green. It felt as if a fuse had blown in his mind.
Suddenly, there was a deafening crash.
All traffic came to a standstill.Alexander's car had collided with a lamppost before skidding into the landscaped median.
