The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Who is Anna Steele.

Alexander still sat in the garden, blankly overlooking the running fountain. It was very dark now, and he should probably go to bed and rest his head, he thought. But he couldn’t.

He could still feel the hotness of her slap on his right side of his face. Not that the slap itself hurt him. He just couldn’t push everything to the back of his mind.

He still remembered the rage on Anna’s face, the raw sadness and grief that filled her tone as she spoke to him some hours ago. And most of all, her declaration of pure hatred for him.

Alexander exhaled sharply to soften the strange emotions in his mind. He didn’t know why he felt like that. He had been hated before... he probably lived on people’s hatred for him, and no matter how he tried to downplay it this time, he knew this was different. Anna’s hatred for him felt odd.

Well, he couldn’t blame her for hating him that much. She thought he was responsible for all the chaos going on in her family. From her family’s destruction, to the downfall of her father, and now... her mother’s death. And why wouldn’t she blame him for it? He had made enough choices in the beginning to make himself look like the villain in her story.

He shook his head in disagreement as he tore his gaze away from the fountain to nothing in particular. It didn’t matter if he was the villain in her tale, just like how it didn’t matter what she thought or felt about him. What mattered was that no matter how much she hated him, it wouldn’t change the fact that he had nothing to do with her mother’s death.

"Boss, you are here?"

Ethan’s sudden appearance disrupted Alexander’s thought. He turned his head to the right and found Ethan standing there with his neural calm expression.

"What is it?" Alexander asked.

"I couldn’t find anything on the hospital footage," Ethan responded, stepping in front of Alexander.

Alexander’s brows furrowed.

"What do you mean you couldn’t find anything on the footage? Was it tempered with?"

"That seemed to be it." Ethan shrugged. "The last part showed when Irene visited Seraphina in the hospital. She seemed to have said something to her, because one could see the fear and desperation on Seraphina’s face. But after that, there was nothing else on the footage," Ethan explained.

"Someone is at work," Alexander said, nodding thoughtfully. "I knew something was wrong when she died way before the time the doctor issued."

"Who do you think it might be?" Ethan asked, staring right into Alexander’s eyes, as though the answer was there.

Alexander seemed to think for a while. He honestly didn’t have any suspects in mind. But now that the hospital footage got tempered with, he could suddenly think of who was likely behind that.

"I have no suspect yet... but I want you to look Irene up. She and Seraphina have been rivals since the beginning."

"Alright, I will do just that," Ethan nodded, dropping a brown envelope on the table in front of Alexander. As he was about to leave, he stopped and took a closer look at Alexander’s right face.

"Why is that side quite red? Did you get bitten by a bug?"

Alexander threw a deadly glare at Ethan, wondering if he should answer the stupid question or punch Ethan on his ugly face.

Then, he decided to answer him. He was bored anyway.

"It is a slap," he casually said.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Slapped by who?"

"Her."

"Who is her? Your wife?"

Alexander nodded. Who else would it be, anyways? The ’white-haired thing’ was the only one who could dare do that and go scot free. If it was someone else... he wasn’t sure though, but they would have been long dead by now.

"Why did she slap you?" Ethan asked, his expression turning into confusion and curiosity.

"She thinks I am responsible for her mother’s death," was all he could say.

"But you are not..."

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