Chapter 3

"Whitney!"

Before Whitney passed out, she saw Henry running toward her and picking her up from the ground, holding her in his arms. He looked scared and anxious, but Whitney no longer felt anything for him.

When she woke up next, Whitney heard a woman crying beside her. "You don't need to do this, Henry. Patrick might be your son, but Mrs. Jordan is the woman you love. It must hurt for you to torture her like this."

"Don't be silly. I won't let anyone who hurts our son get away so easily, and that includes Whitney. She may be the woman I love, but she's not allowed to do anything like this."

Whitney opened her eyes, feeling thirsty and her throat still throbbing with pain. She did not look at Henry, but at the nurse standing at the side. "Can I trouble you for a glass of water?"

"You're awake, Whitney." Henry immediately took the glass of water from the nurse's hand when he heard her voice, and he held it to Whitney's lips. However, she refused to let him feed her the water, and she took the glass from his hand instead to drink from it. It was only when the cool liquid flowed down her throat that she finally felt slightly better.

"Are you all right, Mrs. Jordan? You've been unconscious for a full day and night, and Henry was so worried that he didn't even visit Patrick after he woke up. Please don't hurt him again, Mrs. Jordan. He's still a baby and poses no threat to you."

That was when Whitney turned to look at Lexie. Even though she knew of Lexie's existence after waking up from her coma, she had never taken a clear look at the woman. Whitney realized that Lexie did look quite similar to her, but Lexie's personality was different.

Lexie looked like a fragile little thing that bordered on annoying, but men loved women like her. They loved being the hero for a woman like her who always played victim.

Whitney put the glass down and said nonchalantly, "I put that money into the envelope at the hotel's counter in the lobby. There are surveillance cameras from the counter to the elevators, and all the way to the party venue. You can check the surveillance footage to find out for sure if I was the one who put the petal in there."

Lexie turned pale at Whitney's words, and Henry frowned. "Haven't you done enough damage? Who else would do something like that besides you? Do you actually think Lexie framed you by doing it? That's her son lying in the hospital!"

Whitney retorted with a smile, "It was just a passing remark. Why are you being so worked up over it? I never said Ms. Fontaine was the one who did it."

Henry got angry. "Whitney Sands!"

"Mrs. Jordan, Henry, please stop fighting because of me. Maybe I shouldn't have come here. I'll go back to take care of Patrick." Lexie turned to leave with tears in her eyes, and it hurt Henry to see her that way. He wanted to go after her.

"We should stop fighting, Whitney. Patrick just woke up, and I…"

Whitney did not stop him. "Go ahead. The baby doesn't feel well, and he needs his father the most right now."

Henry thought Whitney was just saying angry words, but the look in her eyes was calm, almost like she was dead inside, and she really did not seem mad at all. Yet, the more she acted like this, the more unsettled he felt. "Whitney, something hasn't been right with you since you woke up. Are you worried that I wouldn't want you anymore now that I have Patrick and Lexie? You shouldn't let your imagination run wild. You'll always be my only wife."

It only made Whitney despise him further for acting as if he loved her a lot, but she continued smiling. "I know you'll always want to do the right thing, Henry. Now that Ms. Fontaine has your baby, it's only right that you take care of her. I won't hold anything against you for that, and you don't need to worry about my imagination running wild. That won't happen to me because I've already thought things through."

Whitney had thought things through and wanted to leave Henry.

"Really?" Henry questioned in a low voice as he tried to gauge Whitney's stand on this. "I don't want you pretending to be generous in front of us while secretly trying to cause Patrick harm, Whitney. It would only make me hate you more."

"I'm tired." Whitney did not want to continue wasting time with him, and she pulled the covers over her head to continue sleeping. After Henry left, she called the hotel right away. "I'd like to get some surveillance footage from you."

The hotel responded very soon with a clip of the footage that proved that Whitney never included any flower petals in the envelope. However, it did show Lexie picking a petal from the corridor while Henry was not looking, and placing it into the envelope.

Whitney forwarded the clip to Henry right away with the message: [Evidence that I did not do it.]

She no longer cared what Henry thought of her, but that did not mean she would admit to something she had not done.