New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 299 Wounded Alexander

He stepped right in front of Claire and stood there like a human shield.

She thought it was Matthew since she heard him shouting but she was wrong.

Claire's eyes went from wide to saucer-sized. "What the heck are you doing?" she managed to frown at Alexander as he staggered, his face draining of color. He leaned on Claire, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Protecting you..." he gasped, and then he slumped against her. Claire's heart dropped as she felt something warm and sticky spreading across her hand-blood. Alexander's blood.

Lisa's face twisted into a mask of horror and panic. "Oh my God, no, no, no!" She stumbled backward, her feet catching on the uneven ground. She tripped and landed on her backside; her eyes locked on the scene in shock. She couldn't believe what she'd done. Claire quickly assessed the situation. Her eyes locked onto the knife-its blade embedded in Alexander's back. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh my God, oh my God," she muttered, more to herself than anyone. "Matthew!" She shouted to her friend, who was standing there, looking just as shell-shocked. "Help Alexander into the car. He's hurt!"

Matthew nodded, quickly moving to help. "What about Lisa?" he asked, his voice steady despite the chaos.

Claire took a quick glance back at Lisa, still sitting in a daze with her hands clamped over her mouth. "Get her somewhere. Make sure she doesn't run."

Matthew carefully laid Alexander on his stomach in the backseat of the car, while Claire jumped into the driver's seat. She started the engine, her knuckles white on the wheel. "Hang on, Alexander," she said, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "We're going to the hospital. Just keep breathing."

Claire's eyes kept darting between the road and the mirror. "Can you hear me?" she asked Alexander, her voice trying to stay calm even though her nerves were shot. "We're almost there. Just stay with me, okay? We'll be there soon."

Alexander's breaths were shallow, and Claire was scared to pull the knife out herself. What if it made things worse? So, she drove like a maniac, dodging cars and honking at anyone who dared to get in her way. "Move it, move it, move it!" she shouted, her voice rising with every second that ticked away.

Finally, Claire screeched into the hospital parking lot. She threw the car into the park and bolted out of the car. "Help! Someone help!" she yelled as she dashed into the ER. A nurse at the desk looked up, alarmed, and quickly began alerting the staff.

Claire rushed back to the car, yanking open the back door. "Please, please, hurry!" she pleaded as the male nurse carefully lifted Alexander onto a stretcher. The other nurses sprang into action, pushing the stretcher toward the ER. "Wait!" Claire called out, trying to keep up. "Can I come in?"

One of the nurses shook her head. "Sorry, you have to wait out here. We need to get him into surgery right away."

"Okay."

The door to the ER slammed shut behind them. Claire stood there, frozen for a moment before her panic kicked in again. She remembered she didn't have her phone with her. "Oh, great. Just great!" She muttered, heading back to the car. Frantically searching for the front seat, she spotted her purse and grabbed it. She fumbled with her phone, dialing Matthew's number. When he answered, his voice was steady but worried. "Claire? How's Alexander?"

"I don't know yet," Claire said. "I heard them say he needs surgery,"

We'll get through this. I've got

not yet.

soon," Matthew said

skin. Her wet dress just makes it more chilly for Claire. Joan answered on the third ring. Her soft voice greeted Claire. For some

To what do I owe

throat. "Hello, Mrs. Harris. I apologize for bothering you last night, but I need to tell you

tone was curious and suddenly Claire

"Alexander...is at the hospital."

widening. "What? What do you mean

tell Joan the whole truth or just lie. "I-There

tell me if my son is, okay?" Claire can hear

"He is...at the surgery."

her mouth in shock. "Oh God, what accident that can cause my son to get surgery?

call ended, and

sent Joan a

text. Claire

car

her mind that this night would turn into a disastrous night. "God. Why did Alexander do that?

to wait for the result of the surgery. The nurse who passed by noticed Claire. "Excuse me, miss,

shook her

"Are you sure, miss?"

breath. "Yes, I am sure." She headed

see the source of the

have blood on your neck and cheek. Wound on your cheek. What the heck

the wound on her knees, and also the

at

He placed