Chapter 280 This is a Woman's Intuition!

Chapter 280 This is a Woman's Intuition!

Katherine's POV

My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes. "I'm such a selfish person," I choked out. "I was so wrapped up in my own life, my own problems. I never even noticed he was struggling."

"That's not true," Alexander said firmly, pulling me against his chest. "How could that possibly be true? Kevin loves you more than anything. Don't think like that."

Alexander guided me to a chair as my legs threatened to give way. "The bracelet you mentioned," he said to the officer. "Can you tell us more about it?"

The officer nodded. "Customs records show Mr. Jordan received a package from Sweden the day of the incident. A silver bracelet."

"It was a gift for me," I explained, wiping tears from my cheeks. "I lost my mother's bracelet during a trip to Sweden years ago. Kevin found a similar one at an antique shop and bought it to surprise me."

I twisted my hands in my lap, remembering how excited Kevin had sounded on the phone that morning. There was no way he'd been planning to jump.

"Alex," I whispered, turning to him with pleading eyes, "can you help me find it? That bracelet was the last gift Kevin wanted to give me."

Alexander's expression softened. "Of course I will. We'll find it, I promise."

Back in the hospital room, Alexander gently urged me to rest while he made some calls. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying every conversation I'd had with Kevin in recent months, searching for signs I might have missed.

My phone buzzed with a notification. Alexander had forwarded me Kevin's tracking number for the package. I watched as Alexander immediately began making calls, his voice low and determined as he tracked down information about the Swedish seller.

"They said a woman had inquired about the bracelet before," he told me after hanging up. "I've got her phone number, but it's registered in a small African country. No answer when I tried calling."

I nodded absently, my thoughts drifting. In three days, it would be Alexander's birthday. Weeks ago, I'd started planning a surprise celebration with the children. The top jeweler had crafted a custom ring with a star map pattern—the night sky exactly as it had appeared when we first met.

Now it seemed trivial compared to Kevin's condition.

"Katherine?" Alexander's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "The children are asking about you. Should I..."

"I'll stay here to keep my brother company," I said, forcing strength into my voice. "The kids shouldn't see Kevin like this."

That night, I woke screaming from a nightmare where Kevin kept falling, over and over, his hand reaching for mine but always just beyond my grasp. Alexander was instantly beside me, his arms encircling me, murmuring reassurances until my breathing steadied.

"You haven't slept at all, have you?" I asked, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and the stubble darkening his jaw.

"I'm fine," he insisted, brushing hair from my face with gentle fingers.

But he wasn't fine. None of us were.

And I suddenly realized how selfish I was being, drowning in my grief while Alexander carried everything—my brother's care, the children's well-being, his company's demands, and my emotional needs.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, touching his cheek. "I've been so wrapped up in my own pain that I haven't thought about how this is affecting you."

Alexander shook his head. "Don't apologize. Kevin is your brother. It's natural for you to be devastated."

"Still," I said, "I need to be stronger. For the children. For you."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Get some rest. Things will look better in the morning."

The next day, when I woke up, Alexander was no longer in my room. Just as I was about to call him, he pushed the door open and came in.

"Katherine," he said carefully, "I need to tell you something about Selena."

My body tensed at the mention of her name. "What about her?"

"I've been reviewing the hospital security footage," he explained. "There's green paint on Selena's wheelchair—the same green paint found on Kevin's clothes. The hospital had just repainted the rooftop railing."

I sat up straighter, my heart pounding. "So she was there! I knew it!"

Alexander nodded grimly. "I found wheelchair tracks in the paint on the rooftop. I confronted her about it."

"What did she say?" I demanded, anger surging through me.

"She claims there's more to the story, but wouldn't discuss it over the phone. She wants to meet tomorrow." His jaw tightened. "I'm going to find out exactly what happened."

"I'm coming with you," I said immediately.

Alexander shook his head. "No. You need to stay with Kevin. I promise I'll record everything and tell you everything afterward."

I wanted to argue, but the determined set of his shoulders told me it would be futile. Besides, he was right—I couldn't bear to leave Kevin's side for long.

"Fine," I conceded. "But be careful, Alex. That woman is dangerous."

He smiled grimly. "Trust me, I know exactly what I'm dealing with."

He'd dressed carefully in one of his sharpest suits, his expression resolute as he kissed me goodbye.

"The meeting place is at a hotel owned by the Garcia Group," he told me. "I'll call you as soon as it's over."

Hours passed with no word from him. I tried calling, but his phone went straight to voicemail. A sense of unease began to grow in the pit of my stomach.

By evening, my concern had transformed into full-blown panic. I called Jack.

"Jack, have you heard from Alex today? He went to meet Selena hours ago, and I haven't heard from him since."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Ms. Jordan, Mr. Hudson mentioned a business meeting, but nothing about Ms. Garcia. Let me check his schedule and get back to you."

Five minutes later, Jack called back, his voice tense. "His calendar shows a meeting at the Cascade Hotel—that's owned by the Garcia Group. But he should have been done hours ago."

"Something's wrong," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I can feel it, Jack. This is a woman's intuition. Selena has done something to him."

"I'll send security to the hotel right away," Jack promised. "Try not to worry. Mr. Hudson can take care of himself."

But as I hung up, staring at the phone in my hand, the knot of dread in my stomach only tightened.

You better not get into trouble!