My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 108

Vivienne’s POV

Things had escalated to this point, and I did my best to avoid raising any suspicion while in the office with Alexander. But Alexander acted as if nothing had happened, still insisting I join him for meals in his office.

I sat down on the sofa, a table of my favorite foods in front of me. Watching Alexander carefully set the table for me, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to ask: Is there still a chance for us to go public?

But before I could ask, Alexander spoke first.

"Vivienne, I’ve thought about the situation online. I did consider going public with our relationship, but if we did, the focus would shift to Isabella. In the entertainment industry, she wouldn’t have a place left, and her reputation would be ruined. The public attention wouldn’t fade; it would only intensify, and we’d lose control..."

"You don’t need to say any more. I understand."

The food in my mouth lost its flavor, turning to wax—hard to swallow.

In that moment, a thought suddenly surfaced: What do I even like about him?

Do I enjoy the humiliation and deceit he’s put me through all this time?

I had even dared to hold onto a sliver of hope just now.

I was pathetic.

The office fell silent.

Alexander pursed his lips, as if wanting to say more.

But after a moment of silence, he said nothing. Instead, he furrowed his brow, set his utensils down, and got up to head to the bathroom.

Just then, the phone on the table rang.

I reached for it, but then hesitated and pulled my hand back, pretending I hadn’t heard.

The call went unanswered and automatically disconnected. Two seconds later, it rang again—repeatedly.

It rang three times before finally stopping.

When Alexander returned, I glanced at him and said, "Someone called you. They tried three times—it must be urgent."

Alexander walked over to the table, picked up his phone, and casually asked, "Who was it?"

I continued clearing the table. "I don’t know. I didn’t check."

Suddenly, Alexander seemed to remember something. His movements paused as he looked at me for a moment.

Since that day, Vivienne had never touched his phone again.

The phone rang again.

Alexander looked at the caller ID on the screen.

He hung up the phone and began helping me clean up.

I glanced at him. "Why didn’t you answer it?"

Alexander didn’t respond.

Just then, the secretary knocked on the door. "CEO Hawthorne?"

"Come in."

The secretary entered, holding a phone. "CEO Hawthorne, Miss Eliza Knight called. She insists that you take the call—it’s about Miss Isabella..."

The secretary noticed I was in the office and abruptly stopped speaking. Seeing Alexander’s expression, his face turned pale with regret, and he quickly added, "I’ll respond to her right away..."

But, somehow, the phone was on speaker, and Eliza’s voice came through loud and clear. "CEO Hawthorne! If you don’t want to regret this for the rest of your life, just hang up!"

The air in the room became thick with tension.

The secretary turned pale, lowering his head to avoid Alexander’s gaze.

I quickly pieced it together—Eliza must have been the one calling Isabella earlier.

I was lucky I hadn’t touched Alexander’s phone, or things would have been even more complicated.

I looked at Alexander. "You should answer it."

At this point, there was no need to pretend not to notice. The truth was already out.

Alexander hesitated for a moment, furrowing his brows as he took the phone from his secretary and walked toward the window. His voice was flat. "What’s going on?"

The secretary stood cautiously to the side, thinking to herself that CEO Hawthorne seemed to be quite afraid of Director Vivienne...

On the other end of the line, Eliza’s voice was urgent. "CEO Hawthorne, I’m at the hospital. You need to come quickly. Isabella’s in an emotional state..."

Alexander interrupted her. "Where’s the doctor?"

"The doctor can’t do anything. Isabella won’t cooperate with the treatment. You don’t know what she’s been going through lately. Please, just have some compassion."

"Her body belongs to her. If she doesn’t take care of it, she’s the one who’ll suffer in the end. Outside of work, I’m not involved in her personal matters. Let her deal with it herself."

With that, Alexander hung up and turned to look at me, sitting quietly on the couch.

Once the secretary left, I asked, “Is Isabella at the hospital? Aren’t you going to check on her?”

“Do you want me to go?”

I felt this wasn’t a matter of what I wanted, but whether Isabella would give up on herself.

As expected, while we were resting in the lounge, Eliza’s call came through again.

Alexander answered the phone in the lounge.

I heard him ask, "Has she been given the sedative?"

"Yes, but she’s been taking them often lately, and her body’s developed a resistance. They’re not working much."

"Why didn’t you have more people hold her down?"

"Isabella’s already scratched two doctors..."

"..."

A moment later, Alexander hung up the phone and turned to look at me.

I propped myself up, sitting up straight with a calm and indifferent expression, shrugging nonchalantly. “Are you going to the hospital?”

Looking into my eyes, Alexander’s breath caught, and he quickly explained, “Isabella is threatening to slit her wrists...”

His voice trailed off, growing quieter, as though he realized any further explanation would be pointless.

He simply couldn’t watch Isabella hurt herself, especially when she was in this state—she would do anything.

"Mm, I understand," I said, nodding slightly. "You should go check on her."

Honestly, I suspected Isabella might be planning to jump, but in the end, the result was pretty much the same.

“We’ll go together. As promised, I won’t meet with her alone again.”

“If I go, Miss Isabella might be upset..."

Alexander simply stared at me, not moving, as if waiting for me to go with him.

“Alright,” I sighed helplessly, putting on my shoes and straightening my clothes.

We got into the car heading for the hospital.

I leaned back in my seat, watching the streets pass by. It was a familiar gesture when Alexander and I were together in the car lately.

The car was quiet.Alexander turned his head to glance at me, seemingly concerned that I might be angry. He gently took my hand, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb in a soothing gesture, though it was unclear whether he was trying to comfort me or himself.

We arrived at the hospital and went straight to Isabella’s room.

Inside, Eliza was trying to calm Isabella down, while two doctors stood by, looking helpless.

When Eliza saw Alexander at the door, a bright smile spread across her face. "CEO Hawthorne, you finally—"

Her words were cut off as her smile faltered. For a brief moment, her expression cracked when she noticed me standing behind Alexander.

She quickly regained her composure. "CEO Hawthorne, please, come in and see Isabella. She’s lost a lot of blood. She refuses to let anyone bandage it, and she won’t let the doctors near her...”

The doctors stepped aside to make room. One of them spoke up, "We need to calm her down. Her wound is still bleeding, and it has to be stitched up as soon as possible."

"I’ll try," Alexander said.

He looked over at Isabella, who was curled up in the corner of the bed. Her face was pale, and dark circles under her eyes showed how exhausted she was. She looked fragile and disheveled, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees in a defensive posture. Blood had soaked through her hospital gown, staining the bed, a shocking sight.

Seeing this, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of sympathy for her. If I felt this way, how must Alexander be feeling?

I turned my gaze to him and noticed a flicker of emotion in his dark eyes.

His ex-girlfriend—the woman he had once loved deeply—was lying like this. I couldn’t believe his heart wasn’t shaken by it.

Alexander took a step forward, and instantly, Isabella tensed, her body curling into a defensive posture, as if she were a porcupine ready to strike. She shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Don’t come any closer!"

He paused, then gently sat down beside her. "Isabella, it’s me."

At the sound of his voice, Isabella flinched. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Slowly, she lifted her head to look at him, her lips trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse. "Alexander, is it really you?"

"It’s me."

"Did you come to see me?" Isabella asked, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch his cheek. But Alexander frowned, subtly leaning back, avoiding her touch.

A fleeting moment of resentment crossed Isabella’s face, but it was quickly replaced by tears as she cried out, "...Alexander, you finally came to see me!"