Chapter 86 Elizabeth Answers Clara's Call for Alexander
Alexander's hand was bleeding, but he kept his cool, looking as calm as ever.
Elizabeth was snuggled up in his arms, tears streaming down her face. "Alexander, your hand is bleeding!"
She used to call him Alexander, but that was in front of Esme.
Alexander didn't even flinch. He just barked, "Stop crying!"
Meanwhile, Gavin had kicked the woman who tried to kill Elizabeth, sending her flying.
The woman coughed up blood from the impact.
Alexander tossed the knife aside, and Elizabeth grabbed his injured hand with both of hers. His blood flowed even more, and she shook with fear.
Alexander sneered, "Scared now? Weren't you the one who stabbed Wesley and left him bleeding all over?"
Elizabeth shot back, "I stabbed him in self-defense. I was so mad I wanted to kill him; I forgot to be scared. But now..."
Seeing Alexander's hand bleeding badly and the nasty wound, her tears wouldn't stop.
"This little cut won't kill me! Take off your scarf and wrap it around my arm to stop the bleeding!" Alexander ordered.
Elizabeth quickly took off her scarf and tied it around his arm.
Gavin, who had the woman pinned under his foot, squatted down to get a better look and then said to Alexander, "Mr. Windsor, I know this woman!"
Alexander asked, "Who?"
"Wesley's mistress, Paloma Coleman, probably his eighth. She's in her thirties and had a son with Wesley a few years ago. Mr. Windsor, you took over most of Wesley's real estate, leaving him with just some money, which was likely divided among his son and several mistresses, leaving nothing for Paloma. So she took her anger out on Ms. Spencer, right?"
Paloma, still pinned under Gavin's foot, cursed, "You bitch! My husband wanted to take you as a mistress out of kindness! You ungrateful wretch, you stabbed him and left him crippled, and now you want to ruin him completely! Do you know how my son and I will survive without Wesley? You whore! Bitch!"
Elizabeth stayed silent.
She looked at Paloma and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
In her thirties, with nothing to her name, she followed Wesley just to give her son a father.
Paloma and Esme had the same idea.
It seemed that mothers everywhere were the same. No matter how glamorous or independent a woman had been before becoming a mother, whether she had been a self-sufficient urban professional or a woman dependent on a man, once she had a child, her focus shifted entirely to the child, and all her actions were for the child's sake.
At that moment, even though Elizabeth knew that Paloma, just like Wesley, was a villain who had come to kill her, she couldn't bring herself to hate Paloma.
But Alexander wasn't one for sympathy. He coldly told Gavin, "Hand her over to the police!"
Gavin snapped back to reality and asked, "Mr. Windsor, your hand?"
"It won't kill me!" Alexander said coldly.
"Should I take you to the hospital?" Elizabeth supported Alexander.
Gavin followed the arriving police car to the station, while Alexander was taken to the hospital to treat his wound. Not far away, unnoticed by anyone, a pair of eyes watched the scene with malice.
After everyone had left, Clara stepped out from her hiding spot, her face twisted with jealousy and tears in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and muttered, "Elizabeth! You damned bitch! Why are you always so lucky? Why can't you just die!"
Paloma, who had been taken away by the police for trying to kill Elizabeth, was sent by the Guise family.
Originally, Paloma lived comfortably thanks to Wesley. But when Wesley was on the run, Paloma's comfort and security vanished. In her desperation, she ran into Clara and Lila.
Clara and Lila exaggerated the situation to Paloma, making her furious.
Paloma came from the countryside and was uneducated. Thanks to her stunning looks, she had been with the sixty-year-old Wesley since her twenties, for almost ten years. Paloma had never faced the harsh realities or seen the broader world outside.
After being stirred up by Lila and Clara, Paloma quickly became their pawn.
Clara thought this time she would succeed and cause trouble for Elizabeth.
But at the most dangerous moment, Alexander saved Elizabeth.
Clara's jealousy grew even stronger.
Back home, Lila saw Clara's tear-streaked and despondent face and asked, "Clara, how did it go? Did Paloma kill Elizabeth?"
"Mom," Clara cried even more dejectedly, "When will we be able to get rid of Elizabeth? She's incredibly tough to deal with!"
Lila was also filled with hatred!
As long as Elizabeth was alive, she and Clara would never have peace.
Now, there was no other way. The only path was to kill Elizabeth.
Lila cupped Clara's face and comforted her, "Clara, listen to me. If it doesn't work the first time, we'll try again. If it doesn't work the second time, we'll try a third time. If three times don't work, we'll try as many times as it takes. With enough attempts, even if we can't kill Elizabeth, at least in Mr. Windsor's eyes, Elizabeth will be seen as a troublesome bitch. As long as Mr. Windsor is disgusted with Elizabeth, the Guise family will be safe, and you will gain Mr. Windsor's favor. Understand, Clara?"
Clara nodded through her tears.
Lila sneered, "We can't let Elizabeth and Mr. Windsor be alone together. Clara, call Mr. Windsor now and ask what he's doing. Show some concern for him."
Clara nodded.
She then took out her phone and called Alexander.
In the hospital, Alexander's hand had been treated and he was receiving an IV.
The wound wasn't deep, so it wasn't stitched. At Alexander's request, the doctor didn't use any anesthesia while cleaning the wound.
Watching Alexander get his wound cleaned without anesthesia, Elizabeth couldn't help but notice how similar they were.
A few days ago, her arms were cleaned without anesthesia as well. But the difference was, she had been screaming in pain back then, while now Alexander was calm.
Elizabeth asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Alexander scoffed but didn't answer.
That bit of pain didn't seem to bother him much.
His body bore many wounds, but he never used anesthesia because it numbed the nerves. For someone like him, always on the edge of danger, he was afraid of losing his sharpness of mind.
So, Alexander never used anesthesia.
At that moment, Alexander's phone rang. With his freshly cleaned hand unable to move and the other hand receiving an IV, he coldly ordered Elizabeth, "Answer the phone for me."
Elizabeth asked, "Me?"
"Answer the phone!"
Elizabeth picked up the phone and answered, "Hello."
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