Le Châteauesque Manor was shrouded in a tense silence, the kind that made the air itself feel heavy. Alexander sat motionless in his wheelchair, his expression carved from stone. Every second that ticked by gnawed at him, his knuckles whitening as his hand curled into a fist on the armrest. His eyes stayed fixed in the direction Serena had gone, as though he could drag her back with sheer force of will.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled slowly. His voice came out low, devoid of warmth, each word cutting like ice.“Take her away.”The command sliced through the stillness.Maria Torres’s heart lurched. Layla? He meant Layla? Her stomach twisted. Rex was still lying in the clinic, suspended between life and death. The vet’s words—touch and go—rang in her ears. Serena had only left to see Rex, perhaps to hold him one last time. To Maria, anyone who had ever loved a pet would understand the devastation of that moment. And yet… Alexander was demanding that the culprit be
The hospital room was dim except for the glow of the surveillance monitor on Alexander’s bedside table. He had just received the footage from Manhattan Villa. At first, the file meant nothing—another routine update, he thought—until he pressed play.On the screen, grainy images flickered to life, and Alexander leaned forward, his jaw tightening.A servant’s voice crackled over the phone.“Mr. Vanderbilt, Rex is still in the hospital. He’s undergoing emergency treatment… It doesn’t look good.”Alexander’s chest sank like a stone in water. “And Layla?”The servant hesitated before answering. “Sir, you ordered us to throw her out… Ms. Black has already left.”A muscle in Alexander’s temple ticked. He immediately reached for his phone and dialed Serena. Jonathan had restored their phones that morning; she should have been reachable.But across town, Serena’s phone lay buried at the bottom of her handbag, muffled on silent. It vibrated once, then stilled, ignored as Serena dealt with Layla
Serena arrived at the pet hospital in a rush, her heels clicking sharply against the sterile white tiles. A cluster of servants was already gathered anxiously in the waiting area, their faces pale, their posture rigid with fear.Rex had been taken into the examination room, and the results were back—he was in critical condition, the vet and nurses working frantically to resuscitate him.The vet, a middle-aged man with sharp features and weariness in his eyes, stepped out, his expression grave. “This isn’t illness,” he said firmly, his voice edged with restrained anger. “Someone has been abusing this dog.”For a moment, Serena forgot to breathe. Her pulse thundered in her ears. “What are you saying?” she demanded, her voice raw, half disbelief, half fury.The vet adjusted his glasses, studying her with a steady gaze, as though confirming whether she was indeed Rex’s owner. “The injuries are consistent with repeated external force. Blows. Kicks, maybe. If you don’t find out who’s behind
At the gates of Manhattan Villa, Layla stood shivering in the late-summer wind, her hands resting protectively over her belly. The iron bars loomed before her, unyielding, and the two bodyguards stationed there refused to move aside.“Isn’t it the same if I wait for Mr. Vanderbilt inside?” she snapped, her voice edged with desperation. “I’m carrying his baby. If I faint out here, will you take responsibility?”Her words echoed with practiced indignation, but behind her bravado was a mounting fear. She had dodged the paternity test, feigned a hospital stay for a single day, and bolted the moment Cornelius returned to the Vanderbilt Villa. There was no turning back now—her greed had pushed her down a path she could no longer retreat from.The bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. They knew Layla had been inside before, walking in Alexander’s shadow. He had never explicitly forbidden her entry, and technically, she had accompanied him in the past. Still, her sudden appearance and shrill p
Hugo entered quietly, a glass of water trembling in his hand as he approached the hospital bed. Alexander lay propped against the pillows, his skin pale against the stark white sheets. His lips were cracked, streaked faintly with blood, and his frame looked as though the weeks of unconsciousness had hollowed him out.“Still hung up on her, huh?” Hugo muttered, tipping the glass carefully toward Alexander’s mouth. His voice carried that blend of exasperation and pity only a longtime friend could muster. “You’ve been out cold for more than two weeks, and she hasn’t even bothered to visit.”Alexander’s brows knit together, his gaze unfocused at first, then sharpening as the words sank in. He accepted a small sip, then turned his head slightly toward the window. Morning light filtered through the blinds, painting him in a fragile glow that made his gauntness even more obvious.“Really?” His voice was hoarse, almost broken.He couldn’t wrap his head around it—Serena being so heartless.Hug
Serena couldn’t tell how much time had passed before the tight knot in her chest finally loosened. With trembling fingers, she bent to retrieve the crutch from the floor and hobbled back into the ward. The sterile smell of disinfectant clung to the air, sharp and suffocating.As soon as she lay down on the hospital bed, an ache unlike anything she had ever known pierced through her chest. It wasn’t physical—it was heavier, deeper, as though her heart itself had been crushed. Instinctively, she curled onto her side and pulled the thin blanket around her, cocooning herself as if it could shield her from the storm inside.Colton had only spoken in vague terms, but even so, she understood—Alexander’s injuries had been far more severe than anyone let on. The image of his tall figure dragging her to safety replayed in her mind, relentless.How could someone so broken have managed that?How much pain had he endured in silence to protect her?She didn’t dare to let the thought unravel further