Chapter 263
After dealing with the kidnappers, Isabella turned to Sebastian.
“You should all head back first,” she said. “I have other matters to attend to.”
Sebastian nodded, his voice thick with gratitude. “Understood. Thank you, Ms. Sinclair.”
Rarely did he get emotional, but this time, he couldn’t help it. If she hadn’t destroyed that remote control, they might have all been blown to pieces.
Isabella gave him a faint, knowing smile. “Just doing what needed to be done.”
Without sparing Alexander another glance, she walked away.
Floyd was already tending to his injuries, and Alexander had Amelia to take care of. Besides, she had her own pressing concerns.
Whoever had orchestrated this attack wasn’t just after Alexander—they had deliberately disrupted the competition and dragged her into it.
Later, once the area had been cleared and secured, Sebastian reported back to Alexander.
“Sir, everything’s been handled. Ms. Sinclair left earlier—she said she had business to attend to.”
Alexander’s jaw tightened, irritation flickering in his eyes, but his voice remained steady. “Fine. You’re dismissed.”
Hearing that Isabella had left without a word, he clenched his fist, knuckles whitening.
It was strange—no, downright baffling—that in the midst of that life-threatening chaos, his first instinct had been to think of her.
After Floyd finished bandaging Alexander’s wound, he stretched lazily. “Well, since Isabella’s gone, I won’t linger. Got my own affairs to deal with.”
“Thank you,” Alexander muttered.
Floyd smirked. “Don’t thank me. I didn’t do it for you.”
With a playful salute, he sauntered off.
Alexander watched him go before escorting Amelia and the others back to the Kingsley estate.
Dominic was waiting inside, his usual composed demeanor replaced by rare concern. “Is Amelia alright?” he asked sharply.
“I’ve already deployed my men to investigate,” Alexander replied, rubbing his temple. “Whoever planned this covered their tracks well. No leads yet.”
Dominic exhaled. “It’s obvious—you were the target.”
Alexander’s lips thinned. “I’ve made enemies. That’s nothing new. But this time, I won’t let it slide.”
Dominic studied him before sighing. “Lately, trouble follows you everywhere. Maybe you should consider settling down—change your luck.”
Alexander arched a brow. “Since when do you give advice about settling down? Has Olivia been rubbing off on you?”
Dominic blinked, caught off guard.
Just then, the family doctor stepped forward. “Dr. Whitmore’s emergency treatment was flawless. The bullet’s been removed cleanly. No complications, but rest is advised.”
Alexander waved him off impatiently. “And Amelia?”
“Dr. Whitmore is with her now. I’m no psychologist, but she’s shown improvement—though she’s been crying a lot.”
Dominic frowned. “She’s been crying too long, hasn’t she?”
The doctor shook his head. “It’s better this way. Suppressing pain is far more damaging. This outburst might be the first step toward healing.”
Having served the Kingsleys for years, he cared deeply for Amelia. Seeing even a glimmer of progress in her was a relief.
Alexander’s rigid posture softened slightly, a flicker of relief in his eyes.
Dominic, however, remained wary. He studied the doctor before turning to Alexander. “That psychiatrist—Floyd Whitmore. He’s renowned in his field. And from what I’ve heard, it was Isabella who introduced him to you.”
His gaze sharpened. “Her background might be far more extraordinary than we’ve been led to believe.”
