Victor Sinclair quickly spoke up, &quot;Alexander, bro, don’t say that. Of course, I consider you a friend!&quot;

 &quot;Then tell me the truth.&quot;

 &quot;Before I answer, I have a question for you.&quot;

 &quot;Go ahead.&quot;

 &quot;After you left yesterday, Vivienne said she married you—that you two are husband and wife. Is that true?&quot;

 &quot;Yes,&quot; I answered quietly.

 Victor Sinclair was stunned, clearly not expecting it to be true. &quot;Bro, what’s going on? When did this happen? Why didn’t I know about it?&quot;

 &quot;Three years ago.&quot;

 &quot;Th-three years ago?&quot; Victor Sinclair was incredulous. That meant they’d been married for three years. How was that even possible?

 &quot;So, what you’re saying is… Alexander, you’re… cheating?&quot;

 &quot;Answer my question first. Who told you to go find me yesterday? Who told you about Isabella’s injuries?&

“I don’t think US is the right place for you. You’ve only just returned, yet you’ve had several episodes. Maybe the environment abroad would suit you better,” Alexander said.

 “I don’t… I came back for you, Alexander. Please don’t say that.” Isabella’s voice trembled.

 “Let’s not talk about it right now. Since your injury isn’t serious, I’ll head back for now,” he said.

 Isabella, still holding on to him, was reluctant to let him leave.

 She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and with a slight tremor, she unconsciously loosened her grip.

 He turned and walked out of the hospital room.

 He drove straight to the office and headed for Vivienne’s office.

 It was empty, and her computer was turned off.

 He casually called over a V&amp;R employee and asked, “Where is Director Vivienne?”

 “I’m not sure. Director Vivienne didn’t come in today. I think she took the day off.”

 “Alright,

&quot;Alright.&quot; Eliza knew she had convinced Alexander.

 I left the hospital room, the cool breeze brushing against my face.

 Reaching the stairwell, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call Vivienne.

 I had to stay tonight.

 Isabella’s distress call had been hung up by Vivienne—could I blame Vivienne for that?

 No.

 Her intention was simple; she didn’t want me to go to Isabella tonight. She didn’t know that Isabella had an emergency.

 Could I blame Isabella?

 No.

 She trusted me enough to call me in a moment of need.

 I could only blame myself.

 I had a responsibility I couldn’t escape from in this matter.

 Vivienne’s call went unanswered, and when I tried again, it went straight to voicemail.

 I assumed Vivienne was angry with me and didn’t want to pick up.

 After a moment’s thought, I typed out a message to Vivienne:

 &quot;Isabella is severely injured.

Victor Sinclair quickly spoke up, &quot;Alexander, bro, don’t say that. Of course, I consider you a friend!&quot;

 &quot;Then tell me the truth.&quot;

 &quot;Before I answer, I have a question for you.&quot;

 &quot;Go ahead.&quot;

 &quot;After you left yesterday, Vivienne said she married you—that you two are husband and wife. Is that true?&quot;

 &quot;Yes,&quot; I answered quietly.

 Victor Sinclair was stunned, clearly not expecting it to be true. &quot;Bro, what’s going on? When did this happen? Why didn’t I know about it?&quot;

 &quot;Three years ago.&quot;

 &quot;Th-three years ago?&quot; Victor Sinclair was incredulous. That meant they’d been married for three years. How was that even possible?

 &quot;So, what you’re saying is… Alexander, you’re… cheating?&quot;

 &quot;Answer my question first. Who told you to go find me yesterday? Who told you about Isabella’s injuries?&quot;

 &quot;I’ll tell you, but please don’t sell me out. Yeah, Isabella asked me to find you. She 

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