Chapter 6
The crowd slowly dispersed.
Alexander Roscente collapsed to the ground, completely drained.
Rage choked his chest, but he had no outlet for it.
He wanted to blame Isabella Roscente.
But upon careful recollection, she had repeatedly warned him that Noah was the one kidnapped.
Why hadn't he believed her then?
It was all Scarlett's fault. She was the one who insisted it wasn't Noah.
He never imagined she was the mastermind behind the kidnapping.
Alexander's eyes burned red. He slammed his fists into the ground.
He roared until his hands were a bloody, mangled mess.
Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. He coughed up blood and fell into complete unconsciousness.
When he woke again, he was in a hospital bed.
Voices from outside reached himโa doctor and his assistant.
"Mr. Roscente's health has been declining these past few years. First, he lost his fertility. Now this is the final blow. The shock is too great. Recovery will be difficult."
A loud crash echoed.
Alexander had fallen from the bed.
He ripped out his IV line and stormed out, grabbing the doctor by the collar.
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Alexander screamed wildly. "How can I be infertile? It's that bitch Isabella who couldn't have children!"
Because Scarlett had recklessly called the media, everything that happened today had spread throughout the city.
The doctor looked at him with contempt.
"That was Ms. Isabella protecting you. She was afraid the news would affect the Roscente Group's stock price."
"She went to great lengths to keep it hidden all these years."
Alexander raised his hand.
But in the end, he slapped his own face with brutal force.
Regret and guilt gnawed at him like ten thousand ants.
The pain made his heart convulse.
He couldn't face staying in the hospital. He stumbled home in a daze.
Pushing the door open, he called out softly out of habit.
"Isabella, Liam, I'm home."
Only silence answered him.
Alexander stood alone in the darkness, his back gradually stooping.
It felt as if a thousand-pound weight crushed him.
He could barely breathe.
With red-rimmed eyes, he looked around the warm home.
This was the place he and Isabella had shared for over a decade.
At some point, he had started wanting to come home less and less.
Scarlett had a young body and their love child.
He began to despise Isabella and Liam.
He even wished they would disappear.
But now, he was the one who had lost everything.
Alexander found all the alcohol in the house.
He drank himself into a stupor, ignoring everything.
Until his assistant sought him out with a grave expression.
"Ms. Scarlett met with a lawyer in prison. She's terrified. She had a mental breakdown and confessed to many things."
"Including that she arranged the kidnapping."
"And..." The assistant paused, gathering courage. "She admitted to poisoning your food and drinks all these years. She wanted to destroy your health completely. To ensure you lost your fertility. So Noah would be your only heir."
Crack!
Alexander crushed the glass in his hand.
The assistant stood by, not daring to breathe.
But Alexander didn't erupt. He just looked at his assistant coldly.
"Find the best lawyer. Money is no object. Follow my orders exactly. Get Scarlett out."
He spoke her name now.
His voice dripping with nothing but pure, bone-deep hatred.