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.

about the blood donation. You saved me." Abigail's voice cracked as she spoke, and she

it wasn't even that much blood," she joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "I'll probably be fine after, like, a

nearby, finally spoke up. "Hey, Abigail. How're you doing?" he asked gently,

smiled weakly. "I've been

as usual, was terrible), and the fact that Abigail was going to

raising an eyebrow. "I swear you were

shrugged. "Took a

to Abigail's bed and smiled. "How

wrist, pulling him into a

hands froze awkwardly by his sides. He looked a little lost, clearly not used to being hugged, especially in front of everyone. After a moment, he gently patted Abigail on the back like he wasn't sure what else to do. "Uh... yeah," he mumbled. "I'm glad you're awake. Just

her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was the awkward way Alexander had reacted, or maybe it

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

tight-lipped smile. "Just doing what I could. Don't worry about it. Right now, all you need to focus on is getting back

felt too stuffy to her, like they were

shoulder a light

door.

stepped into the hallway, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was a message

two days, there will be the Saint Laurent family jewelry auction.

a second. Adrian always had a way of popping up

got an invitation,

after, Adrian shot

shouldn't go alone to something like that. Way more fun

her breath, rolling her eyes

Adrian, real

her thoughts quickly shifted back to the hospital room and, more

down

clear her

feeling