New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 272

Alexander said, leaning back and crossing his arms, clearly amused by Christian's reaction. “Abigail lost a lot of blood, and none of her family members, including me, were a match. So, I called Claire. Long story short, she went to the hospital and donated her blood.”

Christian blinked rapidly, still trying to process the information. “Wait, wait. Claire? Claire has low blood pressure. Are we talking about the same Claire here?”

Alexander frowned, looking genuinely confused. “Claire has low blood pressure?”

Christian raised an eyebrow, the surprise in his expression quickly morphing into amusement. “You’ve been married to her for three years and you didn’t know?”

Alexander's frown deepened, irritation starting to creep in. “I didn’t exactly make it my business to memorize her medical history.”

Christian chuckled, shaking his head. “No wonder she hates you.”

Alexander shot him a glare that could melt ice, but Christian only continued to laugh. “Seriously though, man, I’m shocked. I didn’t expect her to do something like that. I mean, she’s always been kind in her own way, but with her condition, it’s risky. She could get really weak or worse, pass out.”

Alexander looked away, a strange mixture of guilt and frustration crossing his features. “I didn’t know. I just needed a solution for Abigail, and she was the only person I could think of who might be able to help. I didn’t expect her to agree so quickly, though.”

Christian shook his head, still grinning but with a touch more seriousness in his voice now. “Well, that’s Claire for you. She’ll never admit it, but she’s always been there when someone really needs her. She’d probably argue about it later, though. You know how she is—prideful to the core.”

Claire arrived at the hospital, her expression unreadable as she clutched a bouquet of soft pink flowers. Matthew, casually holding a basket of fruit, walked beside her with his usual laid-back attitude. They both headed towards the entrance of the hospital when, out of nowhere, Claire bumped right into Alexander.

For a moment, she locked eyes with him. She gave a short, almost dismissive nod and said nothing, moving forward like nothing had happened. Claire wasn’t in the mood for chit-chat, and Alexander could sense that. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get a word out, Matthew stepped in front of him, placing a firm hand on Alexander’s chest.

“Don’t bother her right now,” Matthew said, his tone casual but his stance firm, as if this was just another day at the office.

Alexander blinked, clearly annoyed but too tired to argue. He shot Matthew a sharp look but let it go, opting to ignore him as they all headed inside. As luck—or maybe bad luck—would have it, the three of them found themselves together in the same lift. The tension was thick, the silence almost unbearable. None of them said a word as the elevator slowly ascended.

Claire glanced at her watch, Matthew hummed a random tune, and Alexander stood with his arms crossed, staring at the floor numbers with a frown.

Suddenly, Claire realized something important. She turned toward Alexander, breaking the awkward silence. “What’s Abigail’s room number?” she asked, her voice calm, but with a hint of urgency. She didn't want to waste time.

Alexander looked at her for a second, as if surprised she was talking to him. “Room 512,” he replied, his tone clipped.

The elevator dinged as they reached their floor. The doors slid open, and they all stepped out, walking in silence again toward Abigail’s room. When they reached the door, they found Abigail still lying on the bed, machines beeping softly, her body motionless.