Chapter 200 Blake and Beatrice's Conspiracy
The next morning, Alexander tried to sneak out of bed, but Lillian still woke up. She stayed under the covers, watching him shuffle between the bedroom and bathroom.
"Got a social thing tonight. Don't wait up," Alexander said, buttoning up a black shirt.
Lillian admired his broad shoulders and back, then piped up, "Hey, there's something I gotta tell you."
"What's up?" Alexander asked, grabbing a silver-gray tie.
"Do you know what Caspian's been up to? He's chasing Wendy! I think he's just messing with her to piss off Evelyn. You should talk to him. Wendy's too naive and might get hurt," Lillian said.
Alexander could see she was genuinely worried about Wendy and felt a surge of annoyance at Caspian. "I think Evelyn's driven him to this. I'll talk to him when I can."
"If he were single, he'd be a good match for Wendy. But he's using her to get back at Evelyn, and it makes me mad. Give him a piece of my mind when you see him!" Lillian insisted.
Alexander chuckled. "You got it! I'm already ticked off just hearing about it."
"Drink less at the event tonight," Lillian reminded him.
"Okay, don't worry. I won't go overboard." Alexander bent down, ruffled her hair, and asked, "What do you want for dinner? I'll bring it back."
"I want some coffee and that dessert you got last time. It was amazing," Lillian said.
"Got it. Text me what to add to the coffee." He kissed her and said, "Go back to sleep. I'm out."
"Bye-bye," Lillian replied.
At the office, Alexander listened to Kaitlyn's report and then said, "Call Shae in for me."
"Yes," Kaitlyn replied and left.
Fifteen minutes later, Shae knocked and came in.
"Mr. Sinclair, I'm here," she said, playing it cool.
Alexander gestured for her to sit. "Have a seat."
Shae sat down and asked, "Is there something you need, Mr. Sinclair?"
"I heard you're close to Ms. Reed from the old secretarial office. Did you know her before?" Alexander asked.
"I met her through a friend at a dinner party. I only found out she worked here after I started. We say hi sometimes, but we're not tight," Shae explained.
Alexander listened and then asked, "Are you settling in well in the marketing department? The director praised you the other day."
Shae smiled. "I've been working hard."
Alexander smiled back, saying, "You've really changed, becoming more like Amy."
"No way. Amy is so excellent. I can't compare to her," Shae said modestly.
"Right, you can't compare. You're even bolder than her," Alexander said coldly.
"Alexander, no, Mr. Sinclair, what do you mean by that?" Shae asked, looking all innocent.
Alexander stared at her. "You know exactly what I mean. This is your final warning. Don't push me. Got it?"
"I don't get it. Spell it out," Shae said, digging her heels in.
"You know exactly what I mean. Think it over," Alexander said firmly. "Now, get back to work."
Shae stood up slowly, biting back whatever she wanted to say. She turned to leave but paused and asked, "Amy's memorial day is coming up. You gonna visit her this year?"
"Yeah," he replied curtly.
After Shae left, Alexander called Kaitlyn. "Tell HR to fire Taylor."
Beatrice was getting ready to head to the hospital when Blake strolled out, hands in his pockets, grinning. "Where you headed? I'll drive you."
Beatrice shot him a look of disdain. "You seem pretty pleased with yourself. Did you find out everything I asked?"
Blake followed her out the door. "Oscar's definitely sick and has surgery lined up for Friday. But it's not the hospital's doctors doing it."
"Then who?" Beatrice asked, puzzled.
"Alexander shelled out big bucks to get Steven Evans from Atlanta. That guy's super busy and rarely treats regular folks. No clue how Alexander convinced him," Blake explained.
"Steven? That must've taken some serious effort," Beatrice said, surprised.
Blake smirked. "Mom, what if we mess up the expert Alexander worked so hard to get? He's always scheming against me. This time, I'll scheme against him."
Beatrice smiled. "You're right. We can't hit him directly, so let's make him squirm."
"Mom, leave it to me. I'll make sure the expert doesn't show," Blake said confidently.
Beatrice asked, "Any issues with Lillian?"
"Mom, I gotta hand it to you!" Blake praised her, then got serious. "Oscar's heart condition flared up, stressing Lillian and affecting the baby. She's been resting in the hospital."
Beatrice squinted. "Resting in the hospital?"
"Mom, what are you plotting now?" Blake asked, intrigued.
"Just do what you need to do. I'll handle the rest," Beatrice said.
'Resting in the hospital means she should be eating supplements,' Beatrice thought, a wicked smile forming.
On Wednesday night, in Oscar's hospital room, Emily asked, "Oscar, the professor doing your surgery is coming tomorrow. I'll dry clean your hair. The doc won't let you bathe, but you should at least wash your hair. That cool?"
The caregiver had personal matters tonight and took a two-hour leave, giving Emily a chance to wash his hair.
Emily had been visiting daily since Monday, using the caregiver to communicate. She stayed in a nearby room when idle and completed hospital admission procedures.
Although annoyed, Oscar had stopped losing his temper at her, due to his health and the realization that it was inappropriate to yell at a girl. He just ignored her.
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