Alexander was right behind me as we walked to the parking lot. I couldn’t focus on my surroundings. My head was still in a whirlwind about the chandelier incident, and there was so much doubt and fear in my mind. What if Alexander hadn’t gotten me out on time? I would have died. And it wouldn’t have been just a coincidence. The whole thing wasn’t. Someone was after my life.
I stopped upon reaching the car. Alexander moved past me and opened the car door for me. I glanced at him before sliding inside. It was silent, and even when he got inside, he didn’t speak to me, nor did I. But I could see the little sense of disturbance in his expression that told me something wasn’t right. Was it the fact that I didn’t thank him for "saving" my life? I thought, then shook my head. That didn’t matter at the moment. I would thank him later; right now, I needed to speak with him.
"I think someone did it on purpose," I finally said, breaking the silence. Alexander looked away from the night traffic ahead of us and glanced at me. "Are you sure?" he asked calmly. I slowly shook my head, frustrated. "I don’t know... it just... it doesn’t feel right. A chandelier can’t just fall on its own without being tampered with or having some fault, which I don’t think would be possible at such a high-end party."
"You’re right," he breathed as he drove into the street of his mansion. "It was planned." My head snapped towards him in almost excitement. "You think so too?" He didn’t answer immediately, which made my shoulders drop. Maybe he didn’t think so, or perhaps he just said that to...
But suddenly, his voice interrupted my thoughts. "I don’t believe in coincidence, especially not when it involves you," he stated, causing a frown to crease my eyebrows. "What’s that supposed to mean?" "It means someone wants you dead," he declared bluntly. A shiver went down my spine.
"I... I don’t think so. It could have just been an accident," I said. "Accidents don’t work like that." His tone sounded a bit colder now. Right. But what was I supposed to think? "So, what do you say? Will you help me?" "Only if I want to," he replied nonchalantly.
We didn’t speak to each other after that. And when we arrived at the mansion, I got out of the car without waiting for him to open the door for me like he always did sometimes and headed straight to the stairs, with Alexander following right behind me. Suddenly, Ethan appeared from a corner as soon as we were on the second floor. He glanced at me before walking past to meet Alexander. I wanted to ignore it but decided to wait and listen to what he was about to say to Alexander. After all, Ethan had been working on my mother’s case.
"Boss, I have something for you..." Ethan said, handing something that looked like a USB drive to Alexander. "What is it about?" he asked, observing the item in his hand. "Ms. Seraphina." Out of instinct, I took a step forward at the mention of my mother’s name. "I managed to get most of the hospital’s footage," Ethan added. "What about the other one I asked for?" Alexander asked. "Still working on it." "Good. Make sure I have it within two days. It’s urgent," he said and began to walk away without waiting for Ethan to respond.
Alexander seemed to be making his way towards the study, and I trailed behind him even though he never asked me to follow him. Not that I needed his permission. We were both working on my mother’s case together, not just him. Once we got inside the study, Alexander went to the desk and took his seat while I stood in front of the closed door. He was still ignoring me and didn’t even tell me to sit down.
But as soon as he inserted the USB drive into his laptop, I quickly moved to the chair facing him and sat down. "What do you think you are doing?" Finally, he said, eyeing me, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Nothing." I looked at him as I leaned against the chair, trying to seem unfazed despite the knots in my stomach. "Remember you said you were going to let me know about any updates regarding my mother. So... I’m here for it," I added.


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