Chapter 454 Grant is Here
Before speaking, Winter glanced at the hospital room door to ensure no one was approaching.
"We've discovered something about Mr. Windsor's four children. Despite sharing his surname, it appears none of them are actually his biological children," she whispered.
Victoria's pupils dilated slightly, her eyebrow arching in surprise. "What did you just say?"
"They're all from orphanages. Our database has their information—all matches are 100% confirmed," Winter explained.
Victoria had no reason to doubt O Alliance's database accuracy. Yet this revelation was something no outsider had ever mentioned before.
Meanwhile, Alexander, who had just left, was investigating this very matter. After returning that afternoon, he had instructed Marcus to look into it.
The information Marcus uncovered was genuinely shocking.
"Alexander, how could Victoria's mother possibly have connections to Zephyr?" asked Marcus.
Gideon and Owen were also present in the hospital lounge with Alexander.
Alexander was equally puzzled. Initially, it had been mere speculation, but who would have thought it was actually true? Given Zephyr's position, his reaction upon first seeing Victoria—surprise, shock, even delight—despite his attempts to conceal his emotions, had been telling.
"If Victoria isn't a Kennedy by blood, could she possibly be connected to the Windsor family?" Owen suggested, pushing his glasses up.
Gideon, who had been drinking water, suddenly choked at this suggestion.
"Owen, don't scare me like that. That's impossible," he said, fighting through the burning sensation in his nose.
"If it were true, Victoria's position would be quite awkward. Mr. Windsor already has a wife, so Victoria would be..." Gideon trailed off, unable to finish his thought.
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Owen examined photos of the two, narrowing his eyes. "I have to say, Victoria does resemble the President of Serenia quite strongly. You wouldn't notice unless you looked carefully."
Curious, Gideon leaned in. "Let me see."
After careful observation, he clicked his tongue. "You're right, there is a resemblance."
But he quickly changed his tone, "Though people without any blood relation can look similar too. It happens all the time."
Owen remained silent.
"Don't you agree?" Gideon pressed.
Owen replied dismissively, "Sure, whatever you say."
Then, turning to Alexander. "Are you planning to tell Victoria about this?"
Alexander's expression darkened, his eyes downcast.
Before he could answer, Gideon interjected, "Victoria's brilliant. If Alexander could figure it out, there's no reason she couldn't."
Owen fell silent again.
He couldn't deny Victoria's intelligence. She was not only smart but also remarkably bold. Everything she did was unexpected in some way.
At least his Lila didn't have the tendency to run off like that, though she was certainly stubborn. He hadn't even told her about Victoria's injury—otherwise, she would have rushed here immediately.
While Lila hadn't arrived, another Scott had. Outside, Marcus and his team watched as Grant approached, looking travel-worn and radiating an intimidating aura.
Inside the room, the door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.
All three men looked toward the entrance.
"Grant? What brings you here?" Gideon was surprised, unaware that Marlowe was in Serenia.
Despite his surprise, he could clearly see Grant's hostile demeanor.
What was happening?
Gideon glanced questioningly at Owen, hoping for an explanation, knowing Alexander wouldn't provide one.
Grant entered without bothering to sit down. "Where is she?" he demanded.
Last night he had received a message from Owen saying he knew Marlowe's whereabouts, urging him to come to Serenia immediately. Grant had caught the first flight out.
Yet Owen hadn't provided a specific address, only directing him to this hospital. Grant had assumed Marlowe was hospitalized, rushing here straight from the airport.
Later, after regaining his composure, he checked the hospital's patient records but found no trace of Marlowe's name.
"You got here rather quickly," Owen remarked calmly.
"Who are we talking about?" Gideon asked, but no one answered him.
"Owen, don't change the subject. Where is she?" Grant's tone was accusatory, his expression dark.
He'd been searching for Marlowe for nearly two months and had run out of patience. If they weren't friends, he might have resorted to more forceful methods of questioning.
Owen remained unintimidated, confident Grant wouldn't act rashly.
"Come on, why not sit down and talk properly? What's the rush? Marlowe isn't going anywhere," he said, maintaining his unhurried demeanor.
Grant pressed his tongue against his back teeth in frustration. How could he not be anxious when she might run again? They all knew Marlowe had already escaped three times.
"What?" Gideon exclaimed in surprise. "Marlowe's here too? I haven't seen her."
Again, no one acknowledged him.
Gideon fell silent.
Owen continued, addressing Grant, "I have something to tell you, but you need to promise you'll stay calm after hearing it. Then I'll tell you exactly where Marlowe is."
Having been ignored, Gideon resigned himself to just listening.
He knew Grant and Marlowe were divorcing, though he didn't know why.
Grant frowned at Owen's words but eventually sat down.
"Marlowe is pregnant. Four months along," Owen stated.
Everyone except Alexander looked shocked.
Grant's frown deepened, his voice low and tense, "Say that again."
Owen obliged, repeating the statement.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became oppressive.
Gideon sensed an imminent storm.
"You knew about this too?" Grant suddenly turned to Alexander, who maintained a neutral expression.
Alexander sat with one hand on the armrest, fingers lightly stroking his chin, appearing completely detached from the situation.
Meeting Grant's gaze, Alexander nodded calmly. "Yes."
This fueled Grant's anger further.
Everyone had conspired to keep him in the dark!
But recalling Owen's words about Marlowe's pregnancy, his anger subsided somewhat.
So Marlowe was carrying his child, seeking divorce, and had fled to this distant place? She had even enlisted everyone's help to hide from him?
Marlowe was bolder than he'd given her credit for. He had clearly underestimated her all these years.
Suddenly, Owen interrupted his thoughts, "Grant, haven't you wondered why Marlowe would hide her pregnancy from you? Why does she want a divorce so badly that even if it failed, she still wouldn't let you know about the baby?"
Grant turned to him, his expression clearly asking, "Why do you ask?"
Owen could tell Grant hadn't considered this.
No, it seemed Grant had no recollection of his own actions or words.
"Alright, you two can continue this conversation. I should get back to Victoria," Alexander said, rising and straightening his slightly wrinkled clothes.
He'd been away for quite a while.
Without waiting for a response, he strode toward the door.
Gideon, eager for more drama, stayed behind.
In Victoria's hospital room, Winter had just left when Alexander returned.
"Where did you go?" she asked as he entered.
He removed his coat, set it aside, and sat on the edge of her bed. "I was looking into something."
Victoria's eyes sparkled with insight. "About Zephyr and my mother?"
Alexander, who had been rolling up his sleeves, paused briefly. Gideon had been right about her.
He had no intention of hiding anything from her. Looking directly into her eyes, he nodded. "Yes."
He then shared everything he had discovered.
Afterward, he asked, "What are your thoughts after hearing all this?"
"I don't have any particular feelings about it," she replied quickly. "What should I feel?"
After seeing her mother's photo album at Zephyr's place, combined with his reaction today, she had already pieced together half the story.
Alexander gazed at her, uttering a simple, questioning "Hmm?"
"I admit, after learning Simon wasn't my biological father, I really wanted to know who was," she sighed deeply. "But after seeing my mother's album at Zephyr's, I somehow lost the desire to know the truth. Whether he is or isn't, it doesn't matter much now."
Alexander asked, "Because Zephyr is the President?"
She bit her lower lip briefly before releasing it. This gesture showed her hesitation or uncertainty.
With a soft click of her tongue, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What I'm more interested in is what happened between them."
She then told him about how Waverly and the others weren't Zephyr's biological children either.
This was news to Alexander; he hadn't considered that possibility.
The couple continued their discussion.
"Darling, don't you find it strange that someone like Anouk, from such a prominent family, would accept not having children of her own for over twenty years?" Victoria asked curiously. "What would motivate such a sacrifice?"
Alexander shrugged. "I don't know. Perhaps you should ask her someday."
Victoria fell silent.
"Don't tease me. I'm being serious," she finally said.
He chuckled softly. "Alright, go on. I'm listening."
She continued, "I can't help feeling that there's an unbridgeable gulf between Mr. Windsor and his wife."
Before she could finish, Alexander completed her thought: "And you think that gulf is your mother, don't you?"
"Darling, you really do understand my thinking," she said, giving him a playful look.
They continued their conversation until Kimberly and Marcus brought dinner. Just as they finished eating, Grant arrived.
Victoria observed him silently.
"Grant," she said with measured curiosity, "are you here to see me, or my husband?"
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