Chapter 7
VIP Private Hospital Room
Sabrina, who had been wandering around everywhere, got severely scolded by Alexander.
Seeing that her eyes were turning red again, his tone immediately softened. "I just spoke with the hospital director. To be safe, let's take this opportunity to give you a thorough checkup."
Sabrina's expression stiffened slightly.
In her zeal to incriminate Charlotte, she had finally pushed the performance into the realm of the absurd.
So she quickly put on a helpless face: "Alexander, I'm really fine, just a little startled... Really, no need to go through all this trouble."
But Alexander's expression was terribly serious: "No way. I saw how pale your face was just now. No matter what, you need a thorough examination."
Sabrina paused, her brow furrowed in thought, until a sudden realization smoothed the lines of her face into a look of clarity.
She clung to Alexander's arm playfully and gave it a shake: "I know you're doing this for my own good. I'll do as you say."
Seeing his expression ease, Alexander reached out to stroke the smooth curtain of Sabrina's hair.
But Sabrina bit her lip and looked at him with watery eyes: "Alexander, you're so good to me. If only I hadn't wronged Charlotte back then, and hadn't been forced to go abroad, then we two..."
Alexander’s face shifted abruptly, and he cut her off before the rest of the sentence could leave her lips: "That's all in the past. By the way, you must be hungry too, right? I'll go ask Owen what he wants to eat."
Without waiting for Sabrina's response, he hurried out.
The moment Alexander was out of sight, Sabrina’s soft features hardened, her eyes narrowing with a newfound venom.
With his relationship with Charlotte already in ruins, why was he still clinging to the wreckage instead of turning to her?
Soon, Alexander came back in with Owen.
As soon as Owen saw Sabrina, he ran over worriedly and hugged her waist tightly: "Sabrina, does it still hurt? I was so worried just now."
Sabrina smiled and patted Owen's little head: "It doesn't hurt. Are you hungry? Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
Owen's stomach rumbled right on cue.
Because of his delicate digestion, he made it a strict rule never to miss a scheduled meal.
So he was already hungry.
His concern for Sabrina was outweighed only by his intimidation; Alexander’s stern expression was enough to keep his hunger a silent secret.
Now hearing Sabrina ask, the image of fragrant, tempting fried chicken immediately appeared before his eyes.
Charlotte had strictly forbidden him from eating out, dismissing outside food as a nutrient-deficient threat to his health.
So all along, he'd been eating meals that Charlotte specially and carefully prepared.
To make sure Alexander and Owen ate well and enough, Charlotte had not only studied nutritional combinations but also practiced her cooking skills for a while, so while what she made couldn't be called top-tier cuisine, the taste was definitely excellent.
No matter how beneficial the food was, the sheer predictability of his plate had become an exhausting burden.
So Owen worked up the courage to say: "I want fried chicken..."
Before Owen finished speaking, Alexander quickly cut him off: "No. Your mom said that until your health is completely better, you're not allowed to eat these things."
Owen's little mouth immediately pouted.
Sabrina saw this and immediately stood up for him: "Charlotte is just too nervous. Actually, Owen has grown up now; eating it once in a while is completely fine."
"The way you two keep forbidding him from eating this and that, you're basically suppressing his nature."
Alexander fell silent.
The next moment, he pulled out his phone: "Tell me, which restaurant's fried chicken do you want? I'll have the driver go buy it."
As Owen and Sabrina shared a celebratory glance and cheered, a spark of cold satisfaction lit up Sabrina’s eyes; she had the boy exactly where she wanted him.
As long as she had Owen figured out, Alexander would accept her sooner or later.
Once the fried chicken was gone, Alexander produced a bowl of soup, urging Sabrina to drink it as a soothing finish to the meal.
With Alexander and Owen watching her every move, Sabrina took a few grudging sips of the soup, her brow deeply furrowed as she complained that she could barely get it down.
Alexander's brow furrowed: "Then what do you want to eat tomorrow? Just say it, I'll definitely get it for you."
But Sabrina rested her chin in her hand, putting on a thoughtful look.
Her reluctance was a front; Sabrina had already decided on her next move, and it involved Charlotte’s making soup specifically for her.
Making her suffer through all this, and still having to carefully attend to Sabrina's meals—how disgusting for her!
Thinking of this, she smiled sweetly: "I just want to drink soup made by Charlotte."
Alexander smiled indulgently: "Alright, I'll have Charlotte get up early tomorrow morning to make soup, to help you recover properly."
But Sabrina showed a hesitant look: "But that would trouble Charlotte again. And who knows, she might still be angry..."
Alexander put his hands back in his pockets, looking confident: "You're her sister. Plus, she's the one who scared you into the hospital, so she should take care of you."
But Sabrina quickly defended Charlotte: "Alexander, I told you it wasn't Charlotte who pushed me. Why won't you believe me?"
A soft warmth spread through Alexander as he watched her pout; her small act of defiance struck him as both hilarious and strangely sweet: "You're just too kind. No wonder people always bully you."
Sabrina turned from anger to joy, spinning around to hug Alexander's waist: "But I still have you to protect me, right? Unless you don't want to look after me anymore."
Facing Sabrina's coquettish expression, Alexander didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Alright, I'll look after you."
"Then it's settled." With that, Sabrina buried her head in Alexander's chest.
Alexander faltered for a moment, his resolve wavering, but in the end, he found it impossible to distance himself from her.
Sabrina was so kind that it made his heart ache.
Even after being bullied, she still spoke up for Charlotte.
He remembered when she first moved into the Spencer family; he thought she was the one bullying Charlotte.
But later, he gradually learned that it was actually Charlotte who teamed up with other students at school, especially Jenna, always finding opportunities to bully her.
Yet she always wanted to protect Charlotte and never said anything bad about her.
Even later, Charlotte, who had always liked him, was forced to study abroad in order to secure the arranged marriage.
With that one departure, they missed their chance...
Alexander was lost in these thoughts.
However, where he couldn't see, Sabrina's eyes were full of calculation...
After comforting Sabrina, Alexander and Owen stayed with her for quite a while before leaving the hospital.
Watching their backs, Sabrina slowly curved her lips into a smug smile.
'Charlotte, want to fight with me? In your next life,' she thought.
The Forbes Estate.
As soon as Alexander came in with Owen, he saw Charlotte focused on eating her dinner, not even looking up at them.
And what was even more outrageous was that there were only Charlotte's own food and utensils on the dining table.