The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 330

Alexander stood impatiently outside the restroom in the bustling airport, having waited for over fifteen minutes without catching a glimpse of the familiar figure he'd seen earlier.

His phone buzzed with a new message on WhatsApp from Samuel.

"Hey, if you're not here yet, I can just grab an Uber home. Don't wanna be a bother."

Alexander glanced at the message and let out a weary sigh, a look of helpless frustration crossing his face.

Ever since Nora's accident, Samuel had changed. He used to be the life of the party, a wild stallion that couldn't be tamed. Even if the sky fell down, Samuel would handle it with an easy grace, his carefree demeanor belying his competence.

He was the joker among their group of friends, always knowing how to lighten the mood. His smile was a permanent fixture, mischievous and sunny.

But the radiance that once lit up his face had vanished after the accident. Samuel also began keeping his distance from Alexander and their other friend, Harrison.

Alexander knew Samuel blamed him for not telling him about Harrison's schemes that had entangled Nora in that whole 6G mess, and the danger it posed to her.

But the ties of brotherhood, forged since childhood, still held some sway. Samuel was civil to Alexander, at least willing to talk and work with him.

But with Harrison, it was a different story. Samuel had boycotted any event Harrison attended, avoiding any direct confrontation with him. Yet, professionally, Samuel remained impeccable in his duties.

Privately, however, Alexander feared Samuel would never forgive Harrison.

Worried about the strain in their relationship, Alexander quickly dialed Samuel's number.

"Samuel, I'm at the airport, man. I know your flight number, and when you were supposed to land. I'm not blowing you off, man, don't think that."

"Just got snagged with some issue here. Hold on for a bit, I'll be right there."

Alexander tried to placate him, desperate not to let Samuel think he wasn't valued.

He hung up and made his way to meet Samuel but was suddenly stopped in his tracks. Hazel stood before him, a little boy clutching her hand as they stepped out of the restroom, just a few feet away from him.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the boy, and Alexander felt his blood run cold.

"Long time no see, Alexander," Hazel said with a smirk that he barely registered.

The world around him faded away. All he could see was the face of the boy, strikingly similar to his own. How was that possible?

It couldn't be. Hazel had been pregnant during a time when he was tied up in Canada, dealing with a crisis involving their chairman and the SilverTrust Bank. He hadn't been home in months.

The boy couldn't be his. Yet, the resemblance was uncanny.

The little boy, sensing Alexander's intense gaze, hid timidly behind Hazel, peeking out cautiously, both scared and curious.

"Mama," the boy's small voice quivered, "is that man my daddy?"

Hazel didn't answer, instead brushing off the boy's hand and looking at Alexander with a triumphant, mocking smile.

"Surprise, Alexander. I bet you didn't see this coming. Looks like I won this game."

Alexander was reeling, his mind a whirlwind of confusion.