Chapter 84

Charlotte stepped out of the hospital building, her mind still reeling from the events of that night.

Every step felt heavy, her patched-up face a painful reminder of the chaos. As she walked away from the entrance, she muttered under her breath.

"If it isn't George behind this, then who could have sent those men?" The question echoed in her mind without an answer.

Lost in thought and still searching for some sign of Ethan, Charlotte scanned the parking lot.

That's when she noticed a sleek, luxurious car parked at one corner—a car she immediately recognized as Alexander's.

"What is he doing here at this hour, so far from his own domain?" She mumbled. With cautious steps, she moved closer to the car.

As she approached, the door swung open abruptly.

Out stepped Alexander himself, his dark hair combed neatly, his expensive tailored suit catching the light.