Chapter 77
"Ouch!" Alexander winced in pain, massaging his shoulder; the spot where Penelope smacked him hurt more than he thought it would.
"Where's that soft grandma I was used to?" He asked, still rubbing his arm.
"She's gone, the moment you made Jacqueline cry." She sighed, her hands on her waist.
Jacqueline was no longer crying though, just whimpering; she almost laughed out loud when Penelope smacked Alexander earlier. The banter was damn funny, and she couldn't stop the smile that escaped her lips. Penelope caught her smiling though, and that was why she kept prolonging the talk with Alexander.
"You stole Grandma Penelope from me." Alexander whined, staring at her.
If Jacqueline wasn't in an act, she would have smiled and gushed at how cute he looked when whining.
"Fix this and don't let me get her crying because of you ever again!" Penelope huffed, walking to the kitchen.
Immediately she left, Jacqueline got up, wiping her tears and walking to her room.
"Seriously?" Alexander got up, pulling her back.
"Can I go now?" She asked; her eyes were red and swollen, same with her cheeks. She really needed to let it all out, and tears were the only option.
"You're not leaving without talking to me, Jackie." He insisted, still holding her arm.
"Boss, I don't really feel good, and I need to lay down for a moment." Jacqueline said softly. The 'boss' term didn't come out intentionally; her brain was all confused from the banter with Rena earlier. She wanted nothing but to go back to her room and rest, maybe sleep. Not like she's been sleeping lately, but there's no harm in trying again.
"Boss? Really?" Alexander asked.
"Huh?" She asked, looking up to him. That little action made her dizzy.
"You just called me 'boss.' I thought we were passed that, Jackie."
"We are; it was a-" Jacqueline gripped his shirt, unable to get a bearing of her surroundings.
"Jacqueline!" Alexander called just before she fell into his arms, slipping unconscious.
"Shit!" Alexander cursed. He should have let her go up to the room earlier instead of probing her for something she could still tell him when she was properly rested.
He carried her in a bridal style, taking her upstairs to her room.
"Santos, get the family doctor here." He barked orders into his phone.
Alexander went from being calm to a frenzy state in a matter of seconds; he had no idea she was that exhausted that she had to pass out. He paced her room, the feeling of uneasiness coursing through him. She just passed out, and he was like, What if he found her all battered up and left to die on the pavement? What will he do then?
Someone knocked on the door, and he rushed to open, only to see Penelope.
"Is she alright?" She asked, worry laced in her tone.
Santos might have told her.
"I don't know." Alexander replied, his eyes going to the bed where Jacqueline lay unmoving and unresponsive.
"What happened?" Penelope asked.
"I don't know; one minute I was asking her what was wrong with her; the next she was falling into my arms, fainting." Alexander explained, his eyes not leaving Jacqueline for a second. He had no idea how much he cared about her until now.
Picking his phone from where he dropped it, get called someone.
"I'll give you a name and make sure she doesn't live through the night." Alexander said immediately the receiver picked up the call.
"Rena. I don't have her surname, but she was in my home threatening Jacqueline an hour ago. I want her gone. If you don't do as I ordered, you should live the rest of your life looking over your shoulder, because I'll come for you."
Penelope backed away a little bit; the mysterious and dangerous aura oozing from him sent shivers down her spine. Alexander never hurts women; whatever this girl did pushed him to his limits, and that's only because of one person. Penelope took her gaze to the bed, concerned, feeling her eyes. It's all because of her; only God in heaven will protect those that will try to hurt her.
Silence descended on the room immediately he ended the call, both of them staring at Jacqueline. "It's clear you didn't take her as a daughter like you did to me; is there something I should know?" Alexander asked, breaking the silence.
Penelope turned to stare at him, finally deciding it was time to tell someone the truth. Just as she made to talk, there was a commotion downstairs.
"Stay here; don't take your eyes off her for a second." He instructed, going to check out what was happening.
The doctor had arrived, but someone was refusing him entrance into the house.
"What's going on here?" Alexander asked immediately, and he got to the scene.
"Boss, I got the doctor to come see Miss Jacqueline, but the godfather is refusing him to come attend to her unless he attends to Madam Greta." Santos explained. Alexander balled his fist in anger. How did he forget that these pests were still lurking around in his home?
"What sort of nonsense is that?" He asked, turning to stare at his dad.
"Your mother-"
"She's not my mother! Address her by her rightful title!" Alexander snapped. Everyone backed away from him immediately; they knew Alexander with his unfiltered rage, and no one wished to incur his wrath.
"She's your mother!" Vincenzo said, with equal anger.
It was nowhere as demanding as Alexander's tone.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Alexander said, infuriating him.
You would think Alexander would cower and bow when he is in his father's presence; it's actually the opposite. Everyone dreaded Vincenzo, but not as much as they feared his son; Vincenzo was losing his grip, and he knew it.
"He should attend to your mother first; she's under the weather and it's getting worse." Vincenzo said.
"I take it that it's been going on for sometime now? Why didn't you take her to the hospital, why now?" Alexander asked. He suspected a foul play and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
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