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Chapter 58: Chapter fifty Eight: Lilian fell ill

"Good morning, Nana."

"Good morning, dear. Are you feeling alright now?"

"Yes, Grandma. You don’t need to worry about

anymore."

"That’s good," she said warmly. "I got tickets for a concert, so I saved them for you and Alexander."

I sighed inwardly. Nana was definitely trying to play matchmaker again.

"Nana—"

"No excuses," she cut

off. "I’ll talk to Alexander. He can’t refuse. I’ve already sent the tickets to you, so just get ready."

I smiled helplessly. "Okay, Nana. We’ll be there."

"Good. Take care, alright?"

"Bye, Nana."

After the call ended, I checked my ssages and saw the tickets. The concert was near the mall.

I went downstairs and found Alexander already seated at the table.

"Good morning," I said quietly.

"Morning."

There was a brief silence before he spoke again.

"The police have caught the people from the lake incident. They want you to co and confirm everything."

I paused, then nodded. "I understand. I’ll go after breakfast."

"Why didn’t you tell

sothing like that happened?" he asked, frowning, concern evident in his voice.

I looked up slowly. "Tell you what?"

"That you were threatened. That sothing like that happened."

I held his gaze.

"It wasn’t important."

His brows furrowed. "Not important?"

"What would telling you change?" I replied calmly.

"Alicia—"

I cut him off, my voice still quiet—but sharper now. "where were you when it happened."i questioned.

Silence.

Sothing flickered in his expression.

. "Why do you always shut

out when I’m trying to care for you?"

I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

"During the celebration, you left because of one call from Lilian," I said, my voice tightening. "You had the whole night to call , to check on , to show even a little concern—but you didn’t."

I looked straight at him.

His jaw tightened.

"You had the whole night," I said, my voice starting to tremble despite myself. "One call. One ssage. That’s all it would’ve taken."

Nothing.

"You didn’t even think of ."

The words hung between us.

Heavy.

"I’m sorry," Alexander said at last, his voice low. "Were you hurt... aside from falling into the water?"

I shook my head. "Why does it even matter if I was?"To Alexander, I was nothing more than sothing kept in a gilded cage—only noticed when convenient.

The words from those won echoed in my mind.

"Do you think Alexander actually cares about you?"

"Girls like you are just... temporary."

Maybe they were right.

A girl from a small family like

never should have beco his wife.

And yet, here I was—facing the reality of it.

Silence filled the room.

He seed about to explain, his voice softening. "That day... Lilian was ill—"

He stopped mid-sentence, his expression turning distant.

A thought crossed my mind. Could her illness have sothing to do with the day I saw them at the hospital?

But after checking her social dia yesterday, nothing seed unusual.

Alexander seed to notice my confusion.

"Let’s go. I’ll take you to the police station," he said.

"No need," I replied imdiately. "I can go alone."

"No. I’m going with you," he insisted.

"I don’t need you to. I already have plans," I said, continuing my al.

He suddenly stood up.

"et

by the car when you’re done," he said, grabbing his coat and walking out before I could respond.

I finished eating at my own pace before standing up and heading upstairs to get my bag.

By the ti I ca back out, Alexander was already in the car.

I got in, and Jim drove off.

For a while, no one spoke.

Then Alexander broke the silence.

"Did Nana talk to you about the concert tonight?"

I turned to look at him. "You agreed to go?"

"Mm."

I frowned slightly.

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