Chapter 112
2823 looked up, locking eyes with Alexander.
Alexander felt a strange unease.
At this moment, the name lingering in his mind was not Esme but Elizabeth.
He wanted it to be Elizabeth but was scared it might be.
"Think hard and answer me!" Alexander's eyes grew more dangerous.
2823 looked down, his hands trembling.
He was behind the kidnapping and had been watching Alexander.
He knew it was Elizabeth who always followed him that day.
She was from the Percy family, in her early twenties, and had fought them alone.
She was ready to sacrifice herself for Alexander.
He almost let them go, but his boss insisted Alexander had to die. He had no choice.
2823 gritted his teeth, stood up, and faced Alexander. "Mr. Tudor, you really don't know who saved you?"
Alexander had been unconscious. How could he know?
When he woke up, he was in the hospital. Esme, injured and in a hospital gown, was crying by his side and claimed she saved him.
"Enough!" Alexander snapped, grabbing 2823's collar.
He needed to know who saved him.
2823, scared, quickly said, "It was Esme!"
Alexander froze, forgetting to breathe.
It was Esme.
For three years, he believed he loved Esme and wanted to marry her.
But why did he feel disappointed hearing it was Esme?
"It was Esme from the Russell family. I stabbed her, and there's a scar on her right shoulder blade. A vertical scar."
2823's tone was urgent, fearing Alexander might hurt him again.
Esme had a scar exactly as described.
"Mr. Tudor, Ms. Russell is brave. She almost died for you. She's just an ordinary girl but did something so courageous. It's admirable." As 2823 said, he thought of Elizabeth.
She was covered in blood, biting a dagger, shouting, "Let Alexander go! I'll be the hostage!"
She was calm and fearless because her lover was kidnapped.
Alexander slowly let go of 2823's collar.
He repeated, "It was Esme."
"Yeah." 2823 nodded.
Alexander lowered his eyes and released him.
2823 said, "Mr. Tudor, I'm envious. A woman willing to risk her life for you is rare."
Alexander fell silent.
Esme sacrificed herself to protect him out of love.
What more could he ask for?
He didn't cherish Esme, suspected she was an imposter, and even grew increasingly impatient with her.
Alexander rubbed his temples and sighed.
After a while, he walked away without looking back.
2823 collapsed into a chair, his palms sweaty.
He had lied for his family. He had no choice.
