Chapter 50
Alexander stayed by his father’s side while Dr. Lambert conducted his examinations at the hospital.
“What’s wrong with him Dr.?” Alexander asked with a deep frown after the doctor was done with the examination.
Rock interjected before Dr. Lambert could respond. “Son, stop intimidating Lambert like that. You’re scaring the poor soul. I told you, it’s nothing serious—just the hot weather. The sun was particularly brutal this afternoon,” he said with a reassuring smile. Turning to Dr. Lambert, he added, “Go on, tell him that I’m fine and he can leave me and continue with his important work p>
Dr. Lambert understood what Mr. Rock meant and sighed, he looked at Alexander and nodded before saying. “It’s his usual migraine, and the heat only made it worse. A heatstroke is quite common in weather like this p>
Rock patted his son’s arm. “See? Now, why don’t you head back to the Sinclair Estate and pick up your wife? She didn’t bring her car since I insisted on driving her myself this morning. She might probably be done with her work by now p>
Alexander hesitated, still concerned, but before he could respond, his father turned to Ben. “Hand that wedding band to Xander,” Rock instructed, causing Alexander to frown in confusion.
“Wear the ring,” Rock continued. “I bought this as a gift for you and Rain. I can’t believe you didn’t even bother to get a ring for my daughter-in-law,” he scolded, his tone half-serious, half-amused.
Alexander took the ring from the box, narrowing his eyes as he studied his father. “What’s going on? The last I checked you didn’t like the idea of me marrying into the Clayton family p>
Rock’s expression softened, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Rain’s father doesn’t define who she is now. As you know I have my ways of finding out about people He grinned, giving Alexander a playful wink. “And I’ve learned everything I need to know about my daughter-in-law. I’m quite satisfied with her. I like her for you! So, I want you both to make this marriage work—and make me a grandfather soon p>
Alexander choked on his breath at his father’s last statement, his face flushing as he recalled the frustrating events of the previous night with Rain.
“No,” he finally said, regaining his composure. “I suggest you don’t expect anything from us, because I’m going to divorce her very soon! This marriage is a fraud! We hadn’t even registered it ourselves!” Alexander’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
But as he looked at the ring in his hand, a sense of unease crept over him, as if the situation was more complex than he wanted to admit.
“Hmph, does it even matter now? You two are already legally married, Son! And I fully support this marriage, especially the woman you’ve married his father said, his tone firm.
Alexander was about to argue, but he froze when Rock suddenly winced, pressing a hand on his temple.
“What’s wrong, Dad? Are you alright?” Alexander asked gently, his voice laced with worry.
Rock waved him off, though the pain was evident on his face. “Oh, I’m fine, Son. Goodness, you’re making my head hurt. Will you just go from here and attend to my daughter-in-law? I was supposed to be her host and take care of her, but here I am sitting in the hospital and she is all by herself there p>
“Fine, I’ll go,” Alexander muttered, reluctantly agreeing.
“Wait, wear that ring first and let me see how it fits,” Rock insisted with a grin.
Alexander sighed heavily, clearly frustrated, but he slipped the wedding band onto his finger. It fit perfectly.
“Happy now?” he scoffed, holding up his hand.
“Very happy!” Rock beamed. Then he turned to Dr. Lambert. “Tell my son how weak I am now. He and William shouldn’t stress me out so much—I feel like my head’s going to burst every time they give me a hard time p>
Alexander rolled his eyes at his father’s antics. It was clear Rock was trying to use his health to manipulate him.
But then Dr. Lambert cleared his throat, his expression serious. “It may sound like your father’s joking, but he’s not wrong, Xander p>
Alexander turned to the doctor, his expression shifting from annoyance to concern.
“He needs to undergo more tests. The headaches he’s been experiencing aren’t normal,” Dr. Lambert explained.
“Lambert!” Rock snapped, clearly displeased.
“He’s your son, Rock, and he must know that your condition shouldn’t be taken lightly!” Dr. Lambert shot back, his tone firm. He turned back to Alexander. “Your father must not take any stress, physical or emotional. His worries should be minimized. He can’t afford to be worried about every little thing right now. I suggest you do whatever you can to ease his mind. I’ll update you on the test results soon p>
“Tsk, stop making my son worry,” Rock hissed, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
Alexander glanced at his father, the weight of the situation sinking in. “Go now, Son, and pick up my daughter-in-law,” Rock urged, signaling to Ben. “Escort Xander out p>
As Alexander stepped out of the hospital, Tyron, who had been quietly observing everything, followed him closely.
“Did you catch Dr. Lambert’s expression earlier? Something felt off,” Alexander muttered, his brow furrowed in concern.
“I noticed it too,” Tyron replied, nodding. “Do you want me to dig into it? But if it’s something Mr. Chairman is involved in, it could be tricky. You know we’re still outmatched compared to him in every aspect p>
“Never mind,” Alexander cut in, shaking his head. “I’ll handle this myself. I’ll talk to Dr. Lambert directly p>
Tyron nodded but then hesitated before adding, “Also, Twilight didn’t come home last night, just like you suspected p>
Alexander’s lips curled into a smirk. “Why would she when she’s with me?” he mused quietly, his mind briefly drifting back to Rain. Whatever game she was playing, he found himself intrigued, eager to see how it would unfold.
Tyron wasn’t done with his updates. “Boss… I also heard that Sir William had already visited the ancestral mansion. He showed up after Mr. Chairman was discharged from the hospital last time. But it was quick—he just checked on Mr. Chairman and left almost immediately p>
“That bastard,” Alexander scoffed, a mix of irritation and suspicion in his voice. “He’s avoiding me, huh? That looks like a guilty move p>
Tyron glanced at Alexander, waiting for his next instruction, but Alexander remained silent, lost in his own thoughts. The jumbled pieces of his surprise marriage had started to come together, but the picture was still incomplete. Something was brewing beneath the surface, and Alexander was determined to get to the bottom of it—starting with William.
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