Chapter 782 Didn't You Leave?
Edward didn't reach Alexander by phone. He called Metro House and learned that Alexander was at Serenade Villa. Worried something might have happened to him, he decided to visit.
The butler at Serenade Villa, Alfred, opened the door for him, and Edward quickly drove inside.
"Where's Alexander?"
"He's upstairs. He hasn't come down since he returned last night."
"I'll go check on him."
Edward pondered, could it be that Victoria was leaving, and he fainted from the shock?
"You guys are negligent too. If he doesn't come down, can't you go check on him? What if he's dead?" Edward asked as he walked.
Alfred followed him, looking troubled and keeping his head down.
When Edward opened the door upstairs, he felt a deathly silence in the room, but fortunately, the large figure on the bed was easy to spot.
"Alexander?"
Edward called out twice, but there was no response, so he walked over quietly.
Alexander turned over irritably, finding the noise annoying.
Edward was startled but cautiously pursed his lips, feeling less worried. At least he was not dead.
"Aren't you hungry? How long are you going to sleep?"
"I don't know."
Alexander turned over, facing away from him, and continued to sleep.
Edward sensed something was wrong and couldn't help but get closer. "Are you sick? Why is your voice so hoarse?"
"Get out."
Alexander replied coldly with his hoarse voice.
"Should I call Victoria? Maybe she hasn't boarded the plane yet."
"Get out."
Alexander grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Victoria had even signed that agreement, what else was there to say?
Did she not want him, not even Strawberry?
Was he that unworthy?
Didn't she say before that Strawberry was her life and that she was willing to give up her uterus for Strawberry?
And now?
"Hey, Victoria. Alexander is dying. Can you come back?"
"Edward..."
Edward pretended to make a phone call by the bed. The lifeless Alexander on the bed immediately sat up, grabbed the phone, and gave him a warning look before looking down at the phone he had snatched.
"I was joking, but are you sick?"
Edward said as he moved closer, trying to touch his forehead.
Alexander quickly dodged, threw the phone aside, and lay back down. "Get out."
Edward realized he was not only sick but also in a bad mood.
Could it be that Victoria had left?
Edward had tried calling Victoria, but she didn't answer.
He didn't know how to tell Alexander that her phone was off.
Because that might hurt him too much.
Edward came out of the room and told Alfred, "He seems a bit unwell. Call Richard to come and check on him."
"Okay," Alfred agreed.
Edward drank some coffee in the living room, deciding to wait for the doctor, Richard Morris, before leaving.
"Mr. Sinclair, why hasn't Mrs. Harrington come back?"
"Yes, Mr. Sinclair, why did Mr. Harrington come back alone? Are they divorced?"
"There is only one truth."
"Which one?"
Two maids couldn't help but ask curiously.
Edward stroked his chin, looking serious. After building up the suspense, he suddenly smiled and said, "Alexander faked the divorce."
"What?" They exclaimed in unison.
"Is there anything to eat?"
Seeing their interest in the topic and needing to pass the time while waiting for Richard, Edward decided to find something to do.
Soon, seven or eight maids were standing by the sofa, watching Edward eat with anticipation. Although Edward kept eating, he also talked a lot.
Half an hour later, Richard arrived. He went upstairs to check and immediately said softly, "Mr. Harrington has a fever."
"Nothing else?"
"Can't tell for now."
Richard said as he went to check on Alexander again. Seeing that he seemed very angry, he didn't dare get too close.
Edward stood by, nodding towards Richard to go ahead.
"Alexander, Richard says you have a fever. Don't move, let him check you. You'll feel better soon."
After Edward said this, Alexander indeed didn't move.
Richard took his temperature, 102 degrees Fahrenheit.
Hearing the temperature, Edward couldn't help but mutter, "Not too bad."
He turned to the window, the sun was shining brightly outside.
But Alexander on the bed looked sickly and weak.
Richard, as if he had a premonition, had even brought fever medicine.
"This medicine is best taken half an hour after a meal, or it might hurt the stomach."
Richard placed the medicine on the table, not forgetting to remind them.
Edward nodded, then heard Alexander mutter something. He didn't catch it, so he leaned closer. "Alexander? What do you want?"
"Vicky."
The person on the bed murmured a name.
Edward immediately understood.
He couldn't help but call Victoria again, but she still didn't answer.
He had to call Olivia, "Can you call Victoria? She didn't answer my call. Alexander has a high fever and keeps calling her name."
"Stop lying for him," Olivia immediately doubted.
"I'm not lying. The doctor and I are at his Serenade Villa."
"Isn't it Strawberry who has a fever?"
"What?" Edward was confused.
"You guys are good friends, but just tell the truth."
"I'm telling the truth, he has a fever."
Edward was frustrated that his wife didn't trust him.
"I know everything. Hang up." Olivia finished.
Edward looked at the disconnected phone in confusion. "What do you know? I'm so confused."
Later, he escorted Richard downstairs. As they reached the staircase, they heard a maid calling: "Mrs. Harrington."
Edward and Richard looked down to see a slender figure running quickly.
"Victoria?" Edward muttered.
Soon, the bedroom door was pushed open again.
Annoyed, Alexander grabbed a pillow and threw it towards the door. "Get out."
He just wanted to sleep peacefully and not deal with anything.
After all, Victoria didn't want him or Strawberry anymore.
After all...
"Get out," He shouted again.
The door didn't close, and he even heard light footsteps.
At this moment, he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone. He just wanted to be alone.
Strawberry was being taken care of by the elders anyway.
Alexander felt a nameless fire in his chest, burning hot and about to explode.
But the person seemed oblivious to his anger.
He was about to lose his temper again...
"Where's Strawberry?"
He heard that familiar, worried, urgent, and puzzled voice.
"Mrs. Harrington, Ms. Harrington isn't here."
"What? Wasn't she..."
The delicate figure turned around and saw Alexander suddenly sitting up on the bed.
He weakly murmured, "Didn't you leave?"
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