Chapter 168 Treat Becca Well
Pushing the door open, he walked in to see Alexa taking a cup of water from a nurse and swallowing her medicine.
Their eyes met, and Alexa asked with a puzzled look, "You are..."
"I'm Rebecca's..."
"Ah, I remember now!"
Alexa's face lit up, "You're Mr. Windsor, Dennis's uncle!"
Frederick's expression froze slightly.
Looking up again, he saw Alexa pointing at the sofa with an embarrassed look, "Mr. Windsor, please have a seat!"
The director's words echoed in his ears—he couldn't deny it, nor could he explain.
Frederick silently walked over and sat down on the sofa.
In his twenties, young Frederick was not just outstanding among his peers, but even within the entire Empire City elite business circle, he was a leader with exceptional presence and remarkable abilities.
When Alexa spoke again, her earlier nervousness was gone, "Mr. Windsor..."
Frederick said in a low voice, "Just call me Frederick!"
"Okay, okay..."
She hadn't expected that the Mr. Windsor from the rumors—cold and ruthless—would actually be so approachable and easy to talk to in private.
Alexa's favorable impression deepened, "Frederick, have you met Becca?"
Rebecca with eyes curved like crescent moons when she smiled.
Rebecca, with her head down, huffing when angry.
And Rebecca in bed, weak and nestled in his arms, calling his name over and over—Frederick.
He had seen them all.
Frederick's eyes darkened, "Yes, I have."
"Becca is such a good girl!"
With a proud and gratified expression, Alexa smiled.
Frederick's breathing hitched.
Then he saw Alexa's smile take on a deliberately ingratiating quality, "Frederick, Becca has never suffered any hardship growing up. Dennis has such an impulsive, reckless personality. If you get the chance, could you guide him a bit, help him become steadier, and treat Becca well, okay?"
A flash of irritation crossed his eyes, but facing that gentle, smiling face, Frederick's heart softened.
Meeting Alexa's expectant gaze, Frederick said in a low voice, "Rebecca has a wonderful personality—sweet and lovable. Everyone likes her very much. Don't worry, she won't be mistreated!"
Completely unaware that Frederick hadn't actually agreed to her request, with her mind and ears full of his promise-like words, "she won't be mistreated," Alexa beamed, "That's good, that's good!"
Frederick stood up at the right moment, "It's getting late. You rest well, and I'll come visit you again when I have time!"
With a slight nod, Frederick strode toward the exit.
"Finding such a good man like Mr. Johnson, Ms. Getty is so blessed!"
"I heard they grew up together since childhood. He's handsome, she's beautiful—they're such a perfect match!"
"Exactly! Stop obsessing over those fake relationships in the entertainment industry. Isn't shipping real people way better?"
Walking toward the elevator, he heard the nurses gossiping.
Frederick's steps paused.
Behind him, Mike perceptively stepped forward to inquire.
When he returned, he reported in a low voice, "Mr. Johnson was here."
Knowing Rebecca wouldn't have called Dennis over, it could only have been Alexa.
Alexa's gentle reminder kept circling in his mind. As Frederick stepped into the elevator, his entire being was shrouded in a layer of gloomy darkness.
Behind him, Mike trembled.
The Maybach pulled out of the hospital and had just merged into traffic when it suddenly swerved and stopped sharply at the roadside.
Meeting Frederick's death-god-like, deadly stare, Mike hunched his shoulders and pointed at the roadside.