Chapter 461

Alexander felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

His gaze flickered uneasily between Nathan and Theodore.

Taking a deep breath, he exited the car, the door clicking shut behind him with finality. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he approached them.

Before Alexander could speak, Nathan closed the distance in three quick strides and swung his fist.

The impact resonated through the parking garage like a gunshot.

Alexander's head snapped sideways from the force of the punch to his left cheek. He staggered back, barely catching himself.

Theodore's eyes widened in shock.

"Alexander! What the hell was that in the car? Are you playing some twisted game with Evelyn and me?" Nathan's voice trembled with barely contained fury, the veins in his neck standing out sharply.

Steadying himself, Alexander gingerly touched his throbbing cheek.

His fingers came away stained red from his split lip.

Theodore moved closer, confusion etching his features. "Alexander, I thought you cared about Evelyn. So why did you—"

"Give me one moment," Alexander interrupted, pulling out his phone with slightly shaking hands. He dialed Gabriella Prescott, requesting she come immediately with the family driver to collect Isabelle.

Ending the call, he turned back to the men. "Go wait in the private room. I'll join you shortly."

Theodore hesitated, then nodded in understanding. This wasn't the place for such a conversation.

Nathan shot Alexander one last searing glare before storming toward the elevators, Theodore following closely behind.

Alone now, Alexander wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb.

He bitterly regretted ever claiming feelings for Evelyn. That single lie had earned him two punches from Nathan - though he couldn't deny he'd deserved them both.

Forty minutes later, Alexander entered the private room.

"Is Isabelle home safe?" Theodore asked immediately.

"Yes." Alexander sank onto the plush sofa.

Theodore tossed him an ice pack wrapped in a linen napkin. "For the swelling."