New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 290 Keeping a Secret

Meanwhile, Lisa had made it to the Robertson mansion. She stood at the front door, her heart racing, glancing over her shoulder nervously. She knocked, her fist hitting the door harder than she intended.

A maid opened the door, dressed in a neat uniform, and gave Lisa a polite smile. "May I help you-"

But Lisa shoved past her, barely acknowledging the maid's existence. "Gretta! Gretta, where are you?" she called out, her voice echoing through the grand foyer.

The maid hurried after her, flustered. "Miss, please, you need to be quiet. Madam doesn't like loud noises-"

But Lisa didn't care. She kept calling out for Gretta, louder this time.

After a tense minute, Gretta appeared at the top of the grand staircase, her perfectly manicured hand resting on the banister. She wore an elegant dress that looked expensive, and her face was a mixture of annoyance and surprise. "Lisa," Gretta said, her voice cool but curious. "What on earth are you doing here, barging in like a maniac?"

Lisa didn't waste any time. "I have a plan and I'm gonna need your help."

Claire and Matthew rushed through the hospital hallway, their footsteps echoing off the white-tiled floor. Claire's mind was racing as they approached Abigail's room. She knocked softly on the door, and when she opened it, there was Abigail-sitting up in bed, her face pale but awake. Both of Abigail's parents were there, holding each other, their eyes red from crying.

"Hey, Abigail," Claire greeted softly, stepping into the room. "How are you feeling?"

Abigail turned her head, and the second her eyes met Claire's, they welled up with tears. Claire didn't hesitate; she stepped forward and hugged her gently.

"That night..." Abigail started, her voice shaky. "There were three guys-"

"Shh," Claire cut her off quickly, pulling away slightly to look into her friend's eyes. "You don't have to tell me. I already know. I'm just glad you're awake."

Claire placed her hands on Abigail's shoulders and leaned in a little, her expression softening. "But seriously, are you okay?"

Abigail nodded, biting her lip as another tear slipped down her cheek. "Yeah. I think so," she whispered. "Thank you, Claire."

"For what?" Claire asked, confused.

the blood donation. You saved me." Abigail's voice cracked as she spoke, and she reached out to grab Claire's

"I just did what was right. Besides, it wasn't even that much blood," she joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "I'll

up. "Hey, Abigail. How're you doing?" he asked

"I've been better,

the fact that Abigail was going to need some time

you just get here?" Claire asked, raising

shrugged. "Took

over to Abigail's bed and

wrist, pulling him into a hug. "Thank

moment, he gently patted Abigail on the back

on it. Maybe it was the awkward way Alexander

heard what you did for me... while I was in a coma," she said

smile. "Just doing what I could. Don't worry about it.

stuffy to her,

shoulder a

door. Just need some

phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It

be the Saint Laurent

always had a way of popping up at the most unexpected times. She leaned

already got an

long after, Adrian

alone to something like that. Way

rolling her eyes at her

real

thoughts quickly shifted back to the

down

clear her head.

the feeling