My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 128

I stood still, my mind still reeling from the news I had just seen. I asked, "Didn’t you go to the hospital? Why didn’t you take care of your injuries while you were there?"

"Who said I went to the hospital?" he replied.

"The news said both victims were taken to the hospital for treatment."

"I didn’t go."

Alexander noticed I was standing there, frozen, and repeated, "Vivienne, come over here and help me."

I glanced at the knife wounds on his shoulder and arm. In addition to those, there were bruises and contusions scattered across his body. My gaze flickered for a moment. Despite my desire to ignore it, I couldn’t shake the concern that crept up inside.

"Maybe you should go to the hospital and get those treated?" After a brief silence, I finally spoke up.

"No, too many people and reporters at the hospital. It’s better to avoid it."

He clearly disliked the idea of his private life being exposed to flashing cameras. It could also be that he didn’t want me to find out about Isabella—and how she got hurt because of him.

"Then should I call Jane to help you?"

"She’s not here. She’s dealing with other things."

"What about your other secretaries?"

"If you don’t want to, forget it. I’ll manage on my own."

Alexander lowered his gaze with a self-deprecating smile, opening the medicine cabinet to rummage for ointment and bandages. Clumsily, he applied the ointment to his wound and wrapped the bandage in a haphazard manner, the edges crooked and uneven. After struggling for a while, he realized he’d forgotten to grab scissors. He was forced to tear the bandage by hand.

After a few unsuccessful attempts to tear it, the fabric only tightened around his wound, leaving it red and irritated.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

He looked up, only to find that Vivienne was no longer standing in front of him.

Alexander stiffened, leaning weakly against the back of the sofa.

Had she really stopped caring about him completely?

He closed his eyes bitterly, grabbed the edge of the bandage, tore off the excess with ease, and tossed it carelessly onto the table.

"Did you manage to tear it open?" I appeared at the door, holding a pair of scissors.

Alexander raised his eyes, surprised. He bit his lip and then lowered his gaze again. "Yeah. You should get back to work. I can handle it."

I furrowed my brows. "I just came to bring you the scissors."

I stepped forward and placed the scissors next to the medicine cabinet. "I’ll go back to work now. I’ll have the secretary send you some clothes."

I couldn’t help but notice his pants were still damp, so I added softly, "You should change into something dry."

Just as I turned to leave, Alexander hurriedly called out, "Wait!"

I stopped and turned to look at him. "Is there anything else?"

Alexander slowly stood up, his eyes locking with mine, his voice low. "Vivienne, I’m hurt. Do you feel sorry for me? Even just a little...?"

I met his gaze and smiled helplessly. "Alexander, it’s meaningless to talk about that right now."

Not long ago, he was still with Isabella. Now, she was lying in the hospital, injured because of him. And here he was, asking if I felt sorry for him?

What exactly was going through his mind right now?

"How is it meaningless?" Alexander took a step closer.

"You have time to dwell on this, but you should be more concerned with treating your wounds and changing into dry clothes. Go see Isabella at the hospital."

His expression shifted instantly as he realized that if I knew from the news that one of the victims was him, I could easily figure out that the other was Isabella. He quickly explained, "I was having lunch with Ethan this afternoon. He left early, and then I ran into those people. I don’t know why Isabella was there, or why she got stabbed..."

"So you’re saying it was just a coincidence?"

"Yes." He looked me in the eyes, nodding earnestly, with no hesitation. "If you don’t believe me, you can ask Ethan. I really didn’t know..."

"You don’t need to explain this to me."

Honestly, if Alexander wanted to go see Isabella, he could just go. There was no need for him to hide it or create some coincidence. I didn’t care.

Besides, the fact that Isabella had risked her life to save him—taking the knife for him—was even more moving, wasn’t it?

All Alexander had to do was agree to the divorce, and I would immediately help them.

Alexander furrowed his brows deeply, his eyes dark as he stared at me. "You don’t trust me anymore?"

I lowered my gaze, silent for a moment, before replying, "I used to trust you, but that doesn’t matter anymore."

His actions had taught me a harsh lesson—that even within a marriage, trust can be shattered in an instant. A husband can be the one most capable of betraying that trust and manipulating me.

It was him who had broken the trust I once had in him.

Alexander stiffened, his voice hoarse. "Vivienne, I..."

I interrupted him. "No matter what, Isabella was hurt because of you. You can’t just leave her in the hospital. Go see her. I’m going back to work now."

I turned and walked away.

Alexander reached out, as if trying to grab something.

But in the end, my sleeve slipped from his grasp, leaving nothing behind.

He stood there, lost and helpless.

Isabella’s POV

The sharp scent of disinfectant filled my nostrils as I slowly regained consciousness.

Only Eliza was by my side.

"Where’s Alexander?" I asked weakly.

Eliza shook her head and pointed toward the door. "He didn’t come to the hospital. He sent his assistant instead."

A wave of disappointment washed over me. "Did you ask Jane why he didn’t come?"

How could Alexander not be here? After everything, I took a knife for him!

Was Vivienne the reason he wasn’t here?

"I asked," Eliza replied. "Jane said CEO Hawthorne is extremely grateful for what you did. He’ll cover all your medical expenses until you fully recover and make sure the police catch the culprit. If you need it, he’s also arranged a two-million-dollar check as a token of his gratitude."

I could hardly believe it.

I took a knife for him, and now he was offering money in return?

Had he really become that cold?

All because of Vivienne!

Eliza continued, "I overheard Jane asking the doctor if you were fit to fly."

I widened my eyes in disbelief, unable to process her words.

I was lying here in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life after taking a knife for Alexander, and now he was thinking of sending me away?

Eliza nodded seriously, confirming she wasn’t joking.

I collapsed back onto the bed, feeling utterly drained.

"What should I do now?" I asked, closing my eyes weakly.

I had thought I understood Alexander. I thought that by putting myself in this situation, he’d feel guilty like last time and make up for it. But this was all turning out completely different.

Eliza sighed. "The doctor said your condition isn’t stable enough to fly. You need to rest and recover first. After that, we’ll figure out the next steps."

"There’s only a few days left!" My voice was filled with urgency.

As soon as my condition improved even a little, Alexander would send me away to another country.

Eliza, clearly frustrated by my impatience, snapped, "What’s the rush? And if Alexander looks into this situation thoroughly..."

She trailed off when she noticed Jane returning from a phone call.

Immediately, Eliza fell silent.

Jane knocked twice on the door. "Miss Isabella, you’re awake?"

"Yes."

"May I come in?"

Eliza glanced at me.

I shut my eyes in annoyance, not wanting to deal with her.

Reluctantly, Eliza said, "She’s weak and needs rest. Let her be."

Jane nodded. "I won’t disturb you, then. Miss Isabella, please rest. On behalf of CEO Hawthorne, thank you."

With that, Jane left.