New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 273

Claire had been pacing back and forth in Abigail’s hospital room for what felt like hours, her shoes barely making a sound on the tile floor. The tension in the air was thick, and Claire’s mind was spinning with questions. Alexander sat on the couch, staring at Abigail, while Matthew leaned casually against the wall next to the door, his arms crossed as he watched Claire walk a path into the floor.

As Claire’s eyes moved to Abigail, who lay unconscious in the hospital bed, her suspicions only grew stronger. Something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with her.

The accident that put Abigail here—it didn’t feel like an accident at all. It felt... orchestrated. But by who? Did Abigail have enemies she didn’t know about? And, more importantly, did Alexander know about Abigail’s personal life? Claire’s curiosity was bubbling up, and it was clear she wasn’t going to let this rest.

She glanced over at Alexander, who sat on the couch, looking deep in thought. She opened her mouth, her tone calm as usual, not betraying the whirlwind of thoughts inside her head.

“What do you think about the accident that happened to Abigail?” Claire asked, still standing near the foot of Abigail’s bed.

Alexander turned to face her, a frown creasing his forehead. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice heavy with confusion.

Claire crossed her arms over her chest, her expression as neutral as ever. “I mean, do you think it was just a car accident? Do you really believe there’s no other factor involved?”

Alexander narrowed his eyes, clearly unsure where Claire was going with this. “What are you getting at, Claire? I’ve thought about it, but I haven’t seen any reason to believe it’s anything more than a freak accident. Probably some drunk driver, reckless and careless.”

Claire internally sighed. How could he be so oblivious? It wasn’t that a drunk driver couldn’t have been involved, but the chances seemed slim to her. Abigail was careful, meticulous even, especially when she was working. It just didn’t add up.

“Right,” Claire said, nodding slightly, though it was clear she wasn’t buying it. She cast a glance over at Matthew, and without saying a word, they both knew what needed to be done.

Claire turned on her heel and headed for the door, Matthew following close behind. Alexander noticed the abrupt exit, his brows knitting together in curiosity, but he said nothing as they walked out. Claire’s pace didn’t slow until they were a bit farther down the hallway, far enough from Abigail’s room that no one would overhear.

Her face, which had been calm and collected moments before, turned serious. “I need you to investigate what happened the night of Abigail’s accident,” she said to Matthew, her voice quiet but firm.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I don’t believe this was just an accident,” Claire replied, her eyes hard. “As far as I know, Abigail doesn’t have any enemies, but something doesn’t feel right. I need to know if there’s more to this. Who was involved, and what really happened that night.”

Matthew raised his brows. “What if she has that we both don't know about?”

Claire thought again for a while then shook her head. “I'm pretty sure she doesn't have one. Someone like Abigail is quite impossible to have an enemy.”

Matthew was silent for a moment, his eyes searching Claire’s face. “You’re sure? You really think someone’s behind this?”

Claire’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know for sure, but I need to be. And even if she doesn’t have enemies, maybe she’s hiding something. We need to find out what.”

Matthew nodded slowly, though he didn’t seem entirely convinced. “I hope you’re wrong. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to do this to Abigail.”

“Neither can I,” Claire admitted, her voice softening just a bit. “But that’s exactly why we need to look into it. Because if I’m right...” She didn’t finish the thought, but they both knew what it meant.

“I’ll dig into it,” Matthew said after a moment, his voice steady. “I’ll figure out where she went that night, who she talked to, and what really happened. If there’s anything suspicious, I’ll find it.”