Chapter 83
Elizabeth was taken aback when Alexander asked her to stay for breakfast.
But she had no plans to stick around.
"No thanks, I've already been enough of a bother," Elizabeth said, shaking her head and pushing his hand away.
Alexander's hand fell to his side, and as Elizabeth walked out, he couldn't help but follow her. "Elizabeth, I know the past three years have been tough. After the divorce, I hope we can both maintain our dignity and not make our relationship hostile."
His words stung Elizabeth.
For three years, he hadn't lifted a finger or felt an ounce of her pain.
Sure, he could keep his dignity and pretend nothing happened, but she couldn't.
She'd been hurt, slandered, and wronged. How could she maintain her dignity towards him when he cheated on her during their marriage?
She realized that he was nice to her yesterday just to keep her quiet later.
Of course, he was the president of the Tudor Group and cared about his image.
"After the divorce, if you need help, I can assist. If we can't be husband and wife, we can still be friends," he said.
Elizabeth slipped on her high heels, glanced at him, and said, "I don't need friends, especially not an ex-husband. I'm sure you feel the same."
Alexander frowned as Elizabeth reached for the door.
Just then, Esme was outside, about to call for Alexander. She turned and saw them.
They locked eyes, and the room fell silent.
This was the last thing Elizabeth wanted, but here it was.
"Elizabeth..." Esme started, then looked at Alexander. "Alexander, you..."
Elizabeth looked up at Alexander, wondering how he would handle the situation with dignity.
Feeling the intense gazes of the two women on him, Alexander's heart raced. He'd never been nervous in the business world, but with women, he always lost his cool.
Alexander pressed his lips together and explained to Esme, "Elizabeth got hurt last night, so I took her to the hospital. It was late, so I brought her home."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and nodded at Esme.
Esme bit her lip, catching the phrase "brought her home."
Alexander never said to Esme that he brought her home; she always left the villa like it was a hotel.
Esme glared at Alexander. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I thought something happened, so I came over early."
"Last night? My phone died," Alexander said flatly.
Esme lowered her head. "I thought you were mad at me."
"Why would I be mad?"
"I gave Grandma a fake rare ginseng yesterday."
"Fake?" Alexander frowned, confused.
He had no idea what had happened at the birthday banquet.
Esme glanced at Elizabeth, tears falling. She said, "Alexander, I was tricked. I didn't know it was fake, and I spent a lot on it. I just wanted to make Grandma happy. Can you understand? I was really wronged last night. Elizabeth didn't give me any face at the banquet."
As she spoke, Esme threw herself into Alexander's arms, hugging his waist. "Alexander, do you believe me? I didn't mean to bring a fake ginseng."
The more Esme cried, the more upset she got, and her cries grew louder.
Alexander's heart softened. He patted her head gently and comforted, "Don't cry. It's not a big deal."
