"Why do you assume it's Alex?" Lily Anderson asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. Alex Carter? The idea was absurd.
Ethan Blackwood slammed his fist against the car window, his jaw clenched tight as he glared at her. "Why do you trust him so much?!"
"Because I have no reason not to," Lily replied calmly, though her patience was thin.
She couldn't understand Ethan's relentless suspicion. "According to you, Alex tried to harm you and killed my father to take control of the Carter Group. If that's true, why would he go out of his way to help me while you were in a coma? He arranged for me to see you immediately and ensured my father's burial was handled properly."
"Because he's still in love with you! He's acting!" Ethan's voice was low, his anger barely contained.
Lily's gaze faltered, fragmented memories swirling in her mind, leaving her thoughts in disarray.