Chapter 388 Alexander, I Have Been Waiting for You
Alexander immediately looked out the window, and even Gavin hit the brakes hard.
"Where?" Alexander asked gently.
Elizabeth rubbed her eyes. "I..."
The figure—where had it gone? She was certain she hadn't even blinked, yet it had vanished completely.
Alexander remained silent, then wrapped his arms around his wife, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. "Sometimes no news is the best news. Your mother is a strong woman. When your father was ill during your childhood, she weathered enormous pressure and pulled through. Even when Oliver held her captive, she was clever enough to win over the Guise family's servants and secure her own release. That proves your mother doesn't surrender to circumstances easily—just like you. You've inherited her spirit, her refusal to bow to fate."
Elizabeth nodded. "I understand, Alexander."
Her husband's words lifted the weight from her heart. He was right—no news truly was the best news.
Once home, though it was still early for dinner, Elizabeth and Alice were exhausted from their journey. After washing up, they settled in for an afternoon nap, but Alexander couldn't afford such luxury. A mountain of business awaited his attention, not to mention Elizabeth's situation.
Watching his wife and daughter sleep peacefully, Alexander retreated to the penthouse and called Gavin.
"Mr. Windsor," Gavin began immediately, "that homeless woman Mrs. Windsor thought resembled her mother—she has indeed been spotted near your residence several times recently. But she's elusive. Despite our search efforts since yesterday, my men haven't found a single trace of her."
Alexander fell silent for several moments before responding. "A woman who escaped from Oliver's compound, if she truly is who we suspect, would be no ordinary person. It's hardly surprising your men can't locate her. We needn't rush this. If she genuinely cares about Elizabeth and Alice, she'll return."
"Understood, Mr. Windsor."
After a pause, Gavin continued his report. "When we left the hotel in Mrs. Windsor's hometown, the clerk informed me that Kismet and his family were beaten to death in the streets by those who harbored grudges against them."
Alexander's laugh was cold. "Perfect. One less problem to worry about."
"Also, the Remy situation has been completely resolved."
"Excellent."
Gavin's tone softened. "Mrs. Windsor's hometown should be peaceful now. Even if her mother were to return there, no one would dare harm her."
Alexander sighed. "If our suspicions are correct, her roots are here in Sunwillow City. With Elizabeth and Alice here now, she won't be going back to that place."
"True enough."
"In that case, arrange for the finest burial plot you can find for Elizabeth's father. Make it a priority."
"Yes, Mr. Windsor."
After ending the call, Alexander settled into a wicker chair on the penthouse terrace, closing his eyes in contemplation.
With Elizabeth's hometown affairs resolved, only the island remained.
His mother Esme had once belonged to one of the island's wealthiest families, but political upheaval had made them scapegoats. Even after the family spent their fortune fleeing to the mainland, the island's rulers pursued them relentlessly. Only Declan's intervention had saved his mother's life, while her parents, siblings, and their children all perished.
The family's former prominence had rivaled the Windsors themselves, yet exile had cost his mother everything—she never wore a wedding dress, never crossed the Windsor threshold as a legitimate member of the family.
All of this stemmed from that merciless persecution on the island.
In her final delirium, his mother had revealed her deepest regret, words she'd never spoken aloud: "I can't accept it... I can't accept dying without seeing my homeland one last time."
Alexander had known of her longing since childhood. During his years of exile abroad, he'd begun planning to reclaim that island, though searching for Elizabeth and Alice had delayed him six years.
Now, with his wife and daughter safely beside him and Elizabeth's past finally settled, the time had come to seize that island.
Lost in strategic planning, Alexander remained on the terrace until dinner time. Descending to the dining room, he found Elizabeth and Alice awake, both wearing matching polka-dot loungewear with identical buns secured by matching butterfly clips.
At first glance, Elizabeth looked more like Alice's older sister than her mother—they could have passed for Alexander's two daughters.
The sight stopped him in his tracks.
His mother Esme's only wish had been for a simple family life, something she never achieved. Despite his ruthless nature and cold pragmatism that allowed him to disregard even blood relations, Alexander harbored the same deep longing—for a home, a family of his own.
And here before him, this cheerful, playful mother-daughter pair represented exactly that—his home, his everything.
"Finished staring, Mr. Windsor?" Elizabeth asked with uncharacteristic playfulness, her eyes dancing with mischief.
The teasing caught him off guard—she was usually so composed—but it warmed something deep inside him.
He quickly joined his wife and daughter for dinner.
Following their usual routine, he helped put Alice to bed, then handled urgent emails in his study before finally heading to the bathroom.
After a day without rest while Elizabeth and Alice had enjoyed their afternoon nap, exhaustion finally claimed him.
But when he entered the bedroom and saw his wife, fatigue evaporated instantly.
She wore almost nothing—a gossamer-thin slip that left little to the imagination. Under the amber lamplight, every curve was tantalizingly visible.
Propped on one elbow, she gazed at him with eyes full of sweet invitation. "Alexander, I've been waiting for you."
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