Chapter 40
Elizabeth's POV
I noticed that Alexander had people following me.
It wasn't hard to spot. Those people kept their distance, but their attention was focused on me. This kind of protective surveillance with an oppressive edge was definitely Alexander's style—calm, efficient, and non-negotiable.
I told myself this was just a manifestation of his controlling nature, nothing to do with any personal feelings. But even so, this silent attention still left my emotions in turmoil.
At dinner, Alexander didn't say a word and left right after we finished.
Lying in bed, my phone kept ringing. I just turned on Do Not Disturb mode, completely unwilling to deal with any of Aiden's harassment.
He wouldn't dare actually show up here. Phone calls were his only way to reach me. As long as I didn't answer, it was enough to drive him crazy.
Thinking about how such a simple method could make him suffer gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
That night, I slept surprisingly well.
The next morning, I picked up my phone to find nearly a hundred missed calls and Aiden's latest text message with an attached photo.
I opened it, and my mind went completely blank. My blood seemed to freeze in an instant. My face must have turned deathly pale.
Lisa happened to walk in just then. Seeing my condition, she was startled and quickly walked over to me, worried.
"Ms. Spencer? What's wrong? What happened?"
Her eyes fell on my phone, which had slipped onto the bedsheet, and her expression changed instantly too.
"How dare he..." She gasped and turned to rush out without another word. "Don't be scared, I'll go tell Mr. Windsor right away. He'll handle this!"
Tears fell uncontrollably, dropping one by one onto my phone screen.
In the photo was my parents' grave, already dug up, with debris scattered everywhere. That bastard Aiden had even gone after the dead! He truly had no bottom line!
Just because I refused to answer his calls, he retaliated this way. He knew this was my only weakness, knew this would force me to show myself.
He wanted to destroy me this way.
Footsteps sounded outside, and Alexander walked in. I was still in the same position, like my soul had been sucked out.
I was too weak. I realized I could not confront Aiden directly. I couldn't even protect myself, and could only depend on others. Without my parents, I couldn't do anything on my own.
"Ms. Spencer, don't be afraid. Mr. Windsor will help you solve this, don't worry!" Lisa ran back in, softly comforting me.
I looked at her, my eyes empty.
'Help me solve this? What good would that do now? The grave was already destroyed, my parents' peace already disturbed. Whatever we did now couldn't make up for the damage already done. That bastard Aiden knew I couldn't do anything to him, that's why he dared to be so reckless.'
Alexander just looked at me calmly, those deep eyes showing no emotion, calm like an outsider.
"Aren't you going to do something?" He spoke, his voice steady without a ripple.
I looked up at him, sometimes feeling like he was a programmed robot, unable to understand complex human emotions. But he was right—if he encountered something like this, he would definitely launch a devastating counterattack immediately.
If I went to find Aiden now, I'd be walking right into a trap. I only had one option.
That was to ask this man in front of me. Only he could help me, get justice for me.
But would he be willing?
"Mr. Windsor," my voice was so weak it sounded foreign even to me, "can you help me?"
As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I had once again placed my hope in someone else.
"Help you?" Alexander let out an almost inaudible cold laugh. "Seems like you're getting more and more comfortable ordering me around."
I couldn't argue. To some extent, I had indeed been using him all along.
I lowered my head, my gaze falling again on that painful photo. My heart twisted. Humiliation, anger, and helplessness flooded over me like a tide. I even felt that my parents' grave being destroyed was because of my incompetence.
"I'll send people to restore your parents' grave," Alexander suddenly said.
I looked up sharply, tears blurring my vision. "Really?"
"Of course."
He made a phone call right in front of me, gave brief instructions, then hung up.
"I promise no one will dare touch it again in the future. But you," he paused, his gaze sharp as he looked at me, "need to think carefully about what you really want to do."
With that, he turned and left the room.
"Ms. Spencer, don't be sad. Mr. Windsor has already taken action," Lisa carefully came over to say.
I didn't respond. Alexander's help gave me temporary relief, but a deeper sense of helplessness gripped me tightly. This incident reminded me once again that I had no ability to protect myself, and could only rely on others' goodwill or transactions.
"Breakfast is ready. Should I bring it up for you?" Lisa looked at my continuously falling tears and gently suggested.
I shook my head, a bitter taste in my mouth. Overwhelming sadness and self-loathing left me unable to move.
Lisa placed the breakfast on the nightstand, the worry in her eyes deepening. "Ms. Spencer, please eat something. Your body hasn't recovered yet. If you don't eat, you won't be able to hold up."
I looked at the delicate food but had no appetite at all.
"I can't eat," I said, biting my lip, my voice hoarse.
This incident made me see my situation clearly. It was all my fault. I was too weak, that's why Aiden dared to be so arrogant. Even if Alexander stepped in now, what could it change? I was the useless one.
"Ms. Spencer..." Lisa hesitated and could only stay by my side. "Then please stop crying, okay? What if you cry yourself sick?"
I nodded mechanically, but tears kept falling like broken beads, impossible to stop.
This feeling was just too painful. I couldn't find a way out.