Chapter 64 Sudden Fury
As dawn broke, Alexander found himself confined to a hospital bed, his countenance marred by bruises and his forehead swathed in bandages.
Despite his physical state, his gaze remained sharp and clear.
Beside him, Felix sat diligently peeling an apple.
"Mr. Mitchell," he began, "that was a close shave. The car's beyond repair, but it's a miracle you escaped without any serious injuries. Please, no more driving when you're fatigued."
He was haunted by the memory of the previous night's phone call to Mr. Mitchell, the chilling sound of the crash, and the sensation of his soul leaping from his body in sheer terror.
Alexander's gaze fell upon the apple in Felix's hand, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. “Who asked for apples? Get rid of them!"
Caught off-guard, Felix paused mid-peel. "What would you prefer instead? I'll fetch it for you."
He was perplexed by Alexander's sudden outburst. What could possibly be wrong with apples?
Alexander's stern gaze silenced any further questions. "Do I need to explain myself?"
"No, no, not at all." Felix hastily gathered the discarded apples and retreated from the room.
He lamented the waste of the expensive imported apples. He had spared no expense in catering to Mr. Mitchell's needs, only to have his efforts rebuffed. It seemed his attempt to curry favor had backfired, leaving him with an earful of reproach for his troubles.
Felix, feeling wronged, bit into an apple he'd peeled for himself. The remaining apples were handed off to a passing nurse with instructions to share them amongst the staff.
Having disposed of the offending apples, Felix returned to Alexander's side. "Mr. Mitchell, I've disposed of the apples. What fruit would you prefer? I can fetch it for you."
"No need. I don't want anything."
Alexander's irritation wasn't truly directed at Felix. The sight of the apples had stirred up unwanted memories of William feeding Ava an apple, causing an irrational loathing for the fruit.
With a downcast expression and eyes filled with confusion, Felix implored, "Mr. Mitchell, if I've done something wrong, please tell me. Don't bottle it up."
He would have preferred a direct confrontation with Alexander rather than this unsettling uncertainty. Surely, surviving a severe car accident without any major injuries was a stroke of luck?
Noticing Felix's disheartened demeanor, Alexander realized his outburst had been unjustified."How is the car accident being handled?" he asked, changing the subject."
Rest assured, Mr. Mitchell, everything's been taken care of as per your instructions. The news has been suppressed, and your family remains uninformed."
Felix then retrieved a document from a drawer. "Here's the signed divorce agreement from Mrs. Mitchell."
Upon hearing this, Alexander's brow furrowed deeply, as if he was nursing a simmering resentment.
"Was she pleased when she signed it?" he asked, his tone laced with bitterness.
Felix pondered for a moment.
"She didn't seem particularly overjoyed, just her usual self."A cynical snort escaped from Alexander.
"Good."
To him, her usual demeanor was synonymous with happiness.
Observing Alexander's dark expression, Felix was left puzzled.
Did Mr. Mitchell truly desire this divorce? It was difficult to ascertain.
As for Miss Harrington, Felix personally felt she paled in comparison to Mrs. Mitchell, who exuded an air of demure innocence, almost bordering on hypocrisy.
"You may leave now." Alexander yearned for solitude.
"Understood. I'll be right outside. Just call if you need anything."
Once Felix had departed, Alexander retrieved the divorce papers from the document bag. Ava’s signature was bold and decisive, devoid of any hesitation.
The space reserved for his own signature remained blank.
With a sigh, Alexander tossed the document bag aside and massaged the bridge of his nose, weariness etched across his features.
