"It's not what you think," Alex said, trying to keep the situation from spiraling.
Before Lyra could say anything, he left the room. He just needed to keep things from growing even more tense, especially with so many witnesses around.
He strode toward the parking lot and left the hospital.
On the way home, he was in a daze, nearly causing an accident, but somehow made it back safely.
"Welcome home, sir. What would you like for dinner?" the maid greeted him.
"I need to rest. There's no need to prepare dinner for me tonight," Alex said as he walked past her and went straight to his room.
Once inside, he loosened his tie and collapsing onto the bed. He buried his face in his hands, trying to shut out the weight of the day.
Then his eyes fell on the photo beside the bed—Avelina.
When he heard that Martin had found a woman who resembled her, he prayed it was truly her.
He prayed that the news about the car crash would suddenly turn out to be false.
