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.

Abigail's voice cracked as she

it wasn't even that much blood," she joked, trying to

spoke up. "Hey, Abigail. How're you doing?" he asked gently, offering a small

smiled weakly. "I've been better, but...

turned to small talk about the hospital food (which, as usual, was terrible), and the fact that Abigail was going to need some time

just get here?" Claire asked, raising an eyebrow. "I swear you were

shrugged.

Abigail's bed and smiled. "How

out and grabbed Alexander by the wrist, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you," she

After a moment, he gently patted Abigail on the back like he wasn't

it. Maybe it was the awkward way Alexander had reacted, or maybe it

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

gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Just doing what I could. Don't worry about it.

felt the need to step out for a bit. Hospitals always felt too stuffy to her, like they were suffocating." be back in

shoulder a light

for the door. Just need some

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

the Saint Laurent

staring at the message for a second. Adrian always had a way of popping up at the most unexpected times. She

got

Adrian

like that. Way more fun with a date, don't

her breath, rolling her eyes

Adrian, real

back to the hospital room and, more specifically,

down the

her head. She

feeling that there