CHAPTER 67

Caisse paused, her composure faltering as she processed Alexander's words. She glanced at Andrew, then back at Alexander, uncertainty evident in her expression.

"I... I'm sorry," Caisse began, her voice wavering slightly. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Andrew and I started off as friends. The day of the incident, he invited me for a drink. It was supposed to be a casual date, nothing serious."

Alexander listened quietly, his expression softening as he realized there might be more to their relationship, just as He had suspected.

"As our date ended, Andrew asked me for a favor — to give him the key to Room 24. At first, I refused, but he persisted. I really liked him, and he made my heart flutter. Eventually, I gave in, thinking it would be harmless, something fun for him."

Her voice trailed off, remorse coloring her features even more deeply. She looked down, unable to meet Alexander's eyes.

Alexander listened intently, processing this new piece of information. "Andrew requested the keys to Room 24?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

Caisse nodded slowly, tears glistening in her eyes. "Yes, Room 24. I didn't understand why he wanted it so badly, but everyone at Greenwich knows that Room 24 has the best sunrise and sunset."

Caisse looked up at him, her expression softening with a bittersweet smile. "When he held me close, I stopped thinking. At that moment, I would have given him my all if he had asked for anything. So I can't say we knew each other, but I liked who I spoke to that day, and that's why I am here. I don't know if he feels the same way, but until he wakes up and tells me he doesn't, I will keep being here so I guess that's my relationship with him."

Her voice then broke as her smile faded. "But I hate myself for it. If I hadn't given him the keys, maybe... maybe I would have gotten to see him one more time."

Alexander's brow furrowed with concern. "Did Andrew say why he needed the keys? Was there a reason he gave?"

Caisse's shoulders slumped. "I know you hate me for it. I hate myself even more. I'm so sorry."

Alexander shook his head. "No, you gave him the keys, and he entered Room 24?"

Caisse's eyes filled with sorrow. "I don't know. We parted ways at the terrace."

Caisse added, trembling, "And I forgot to mention, he also asked about Mrs. Margaret Alfred and her father."

Alexander, who was already at the door, turned back sharply. "He asked about my wife?" Alexander was shocked.

Caisse nodded. "Yes."

Alexander stood there, thinking, "Why did Andrew ask about Margaret?"

His thoughts were interrupted by Caisse. "When are they going to find a heart for the surgery?"

surgery?"

Alexander snapped back to the present. "Please, stop. I am sure Andrew wouldn't be happy seeing you in that state, especially since I believe he can hear all our conversations. My best friend is a fighter." With those words, Alexander walked out the door.

Alexander watched from the doorway as Caisse wiped away her tears and held Andrew's hand, gently kissing it. He turned and walked down the corridor towards the nurse at the reception desk.

"Excuse me," Alexander said, his voice steady. "Can you tell me who has been visiting Room 204?"

The nurse looked up from her screen and pulled up the visitor log. Caisse has been here every day since the day of the incident.

Alexander stared at the log, his chest tightening. He wanted to believe in Caisse, but a knot of distrust twisted in his gut. Every instinct told him to be wary, yet Andrew's unwavering loyalty to her weighed heavily on his mind.

Confusion and frustration bubbled beneath his calm exterior. Why had Victor been there? What was his involvement?

"Thank you," Alexander said, his voice taut. He needed to get to the bottom of it.

Margaret sat in the doctor's office, her fingers nervously twisting in her lap. Dr Aisha looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"What brings you in today?" Dr Aisha asked, her tone warm and inviting.

Margaret hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't seen my period."

Dr Aisha leaned forward slightly. "It's a safe space here. No one can hear us. You can speak louder."

Margaret took a deep breath. "I haven't seen my period."

Dr Aisha nodded attentively. "When was the last time you saw it?"

Margaret's gaze dropped. "It's been about six to seven months. At first, I thought it was just stress."

Dr. Aisha's eyebrows raised with concern. "If I may ask, what have you been stressing over?"

Margaret looked away. "Just...sad things."

Dr Aisha offered a comforting nod. "It's okay if you don't want to share. But I hope you consider seeing a therapist for any trauma you might be dealing with."

Margaret's eyes filled with worry. "I did a urine test, and it was positive. I'm scared."

Dr Aisha's expression softened. "Do you have any children already?"

Margaret shook her head. "No, I don't."

Dr Aisha spoke gently. "It's okay. I'll draw your blood and run a test. We can send the results to your house."

Margaret's anxiety surged. "Can you do it urgently, before I leave?"

Dr. Aisha hesitated. "We can do a scan for you, but that would only be reliable if you're at least six weeks pregnant. Since it's been more than that, I can still do the blood test to check if you're less than six weeks along. We'll ensure you get the results as quickly as possible."

Dr. Aisha directed her to the examination table, her tone both professional and reassuring. "Please, lie down and make yourself comfortable," she instructed gently.

Margaret lay on the examination bed, the cold gel from the ultrasound scan spreading across her abdomen. Dr. Aisha prepared the scanner.

As the scan began, Dr. Aisha focused on the monitor. Margaret's heart pounded in her chest, anxiety mixing with anticipation.

Dr Aisha's face lit up with a warm smile. "Wow, you are one of the lucky ones," she said. "You are indeed pregnant—congratulations! It looks like you're about six months along. You've got a cryptic pregnancy."