Chapter 182 He Spotted The Man
Naomi stood outside the private hospital room, and swiftly moved to obstruct his path, her voice firm as she declared, "Alexander Harrington, you cannot leave."
"Move aside," he responded, his tone flat and devoid of emotion.
"My daughter is carrying your child. How can you display such irresponsibility?" she protested, her voice filled with indignation.
"If it's mine, I will take responsibility," Alexander retorted. His words hung in the air as he strode away, his steps resolute and unwavering. Naomi was left standing there, a look of stunned disbelief etched on her face.
What did he mean, 'If it's mine, I will take responsibility'? Her mind reeled as she turned to look back into the room. Isabella's tears had already soaked her pillow, the fabric darkened by her sorrow.
Upon Alexander's return to his neighborhood, he found no one waiting to open the door for him. He tried calling, but his calls echoed unanswered in the silent house. Hadn't he explicitly told her to stay home and not go to work?
With a sense of urgency, Alexander immediately dialed Jasmine's number. Her despondent voice confirmed his fear, "Miss Kensington didn't come to work today."
A sense of dread settled heavily in Alexander's heart. Hanging up the phone, he strode toward the elevator, his fingers already dialing another number.
Victoria Kensington, meanwhile, was grappling with a severe pain. Fearing a bone injury, she had gone to the hospital for an X-ray, alone. The caregiver attending to her asked, "Don't you have any family around?"
"Mmhmm," she murmured in confirmation.
"Are you here by yourself for school?" the caregiver continued.
"Work, I've already graduated."
"You look just like a college freshman," the caregiver commented.
Victoria Kensington smiled, appreciating the comment on her youthful appearance. Her swelling was severe, but fortunately, there were no fractures. The doctor prescribed her some medication and then inquired, "Did you apply any ointment at home before coming?"
"Mmhmm," she replied.
"Do you have it with you? Let me see it."
"Sure."
It was always in her bag, ready to be applied whenever the pain flared up. After examining it, the doctor remarked, "This is a special medication developed by our hospital; it's not easy to come by. How did you get it?"
"A special medication? But I've used it several times without much improvement."
"You should have rested in bed for a few days," the doctor suggested.
With a sense of relief, Victoria Kensington accepted her medication back, tightly gripping the tube and nodding politely, "Thank you."
"No problem," the doctor said, giving the young woman a scrutinizing look as she was wheeled away. Not many could get their hands on that medication.
By the time she returned home, it was already past 8 PM. Stepping out of the elevator, she looked up to see a man standing at the door, and she froze on the spot.
Alexander Harrington had been watching her as well and now, with a stride closing the distance, he asked, "Where have you been?"
"The hospital."
"You were at the hospital until now?"
"I had lunch and dinner out."
She told him, eyes cast down, avoiding further eye contact. Alexander Harrington didn't press anymore. Though not in the best of moods, he lifted her from the ground. Noticing the convenience bag in her hand that seemed to contain medicine, he questioned, "You don't trust me?"
Victoria Kensington wrapped her arms around his neck, just looking at him straight. Talking about trust between them seemed absurd. But why was he here again? If he was so concerned about that other woman, why come to see her, the one that woman disliked so much?
"Is Miss Montgomery okay?" She asked, both inquiring and reminding.
"Yeah," Alexander responded, reaching the door, "Open up." Victoria Kensington reached for the door, but Alexander Harrington hesitated at the threshold, teasing, "Care to give me the password?"
"A single woman's home isn’t something she shares lightly," she retorted softly, without a hint of pretense, yet with a dash of sass.
Alexander couldn't help but chuckle at her reply. Single woman? He patiently carried her inside and gently placed her on the sofa. Then he tenderly held her ankle and carefully slipped off her flats.
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