Chapter 4

Third-Person Point of View

Alexia wasn't seriously hurt. There was just a small cut on her leg, but it still had all three men on edge.

When she heard that Sean had locked Ophelia up, a sly little smile curved her lips. She clung to Wesley's arm, playfully fluttering her lashes.

"I'm fine. I can still go on the trip with Marcus tomorrow, right? You promised me, Dad."

Unable to resist her, Wesley gave in with a fond sigh.

Seeing him relent, Alexia pressed on. "I still haven't finished packing. Since everyone's here, you can help me decide which clothes and jewelry I should take with me."

The maid laid out Alexia's clothes and accessories one by one. She picked up a diamond necklace, then a pair of pearl earrings.

"Sean gave me this for my birthday. I have to take it.

"And this was picked out by Dad… I have to take it too."

Five or six suitcases sat open in front of her, and she looked determined not to leave until they were filled to the brim.

Marcus' patience wore thin, and he frowned. "Lexi, you don't need all these diamonds, pearls, and fancy dresses for a trip. All of this will only weigh you down."

Alexia blinked, puzzled. "But all these things are important to me! I want to take amazing photos that will make everyone envious. I can't leave anything behind."

Wesley yawned and finally said, "Marcus is right. Just take what you like and leave the rest. They aren't going anywhere."

Sean nodded in agreement. "Listen to him, Lexi. When you get back, I'll get you new bags and jewelry."

Alexia's smile faltered. "I said I wanted to take a bodyguard, but you said no. Now you're saying I can't even take the things I love? What's the point of traveling at all, then?"

Marcus' brow furrowed. "So you can't go on a trip without jewelry? Ophelia loved traveling the most, and yet she'd just grab a bag and go all the time. She never made things this complicated."

The room fell quiet. They'd never gotten Ophelia designer bags or jewelry before.

Alexia's eyes widened. "Marcus, are you calling me difficult?"

Marcus hesitated, then turned to Sean. "Has Ophie come back yet?"

Sean had locked Ophelia in the restaurant after Marcus had left.

"I locked her in the restaurant to teach her a lesson," Sean said, checking the time. "They'll let her out in a couple of hours, and she'll come home on her own."

Marcus' eyes flicked to the seafood soup the maid had brought over. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Did you leave any allergy medicine for Ophie? She's allergic to seafood."

Sean froze. "I… I was rushing Lexi to the hospital. I forgot about that…"

Wesley stood up. "Go get her now. She'll be fine."

Seeing everyone's attention shift away from her, Alexia finally lost it.

"What are you talking about? Ophelia and I are twins! I'm not allergic to seafood, so how could she be? She's obviously faking it to get your attention!"

Marcus immediately instructed the maid to prepare Ophelia's allergy medicine. "Lexi, keep packing. I'll check on Ophelia first and come back to help you finish."

Alexia shrieked, "Dad! Sean! Look at what Marcus is doing!"

Sean's face darkened. "Lexi, we're just making sure Ophie's safe. You've had enough attention for now. The trip to the restaurant won't take more than an hour. Stop being so unreasonable."

Wesley nodded in agreement.

Alexia grabbed Sean's arm, refusing to let go. "You're all lying! You said I was the most important to you, and now no one cares about me! Why? Because of that brat? Even if she's allergic, she's not dead. She can take care of herself!"

As she grew more panicked, the sweet, gentle facade she'd carefully crafted slipped.

Marcus froze. "Lexi, Ophie is your sister and my girlfriend. Not some brat!"

Without another word, the three men got in the car and sped off toward the restaurant.

After Alexia's hysterics, the atmosphere in the car was tense and uncomfortable.

Sean muttered suddenly, "Ophie's hardly ever sick. Maybe Lexi's right. She's not really allergic. She just wants us to feel guilty."

He lowered his voice, muttering to himself, "If she's okay this time, I'll get her a birthday gift as well."

Wesley leaned back in his seat, nodding slightly. Meanwhile, Marcus stayed silent as he sped through the roads.

When they reached the restaurant, a small crowd had gathered and were talking among themselves.

One sharp-eyed server recognized Sean and hurried over, handing him a crumpled piece of paper.

"Mr. Cavanaugh, this woman with late-stage cancer is your family, right? She… passed away earlier this morning."