New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 290

Meanwhile, Lisa had made it to the Robertson mansion. She stood at the front door, her heart racing, glancing over her shoulder nervously. She knocked, her fist hitting the door harder than she intended.

A maid opened the door, dressed in a neat uniform, and gave Lisa a polite smile. “May I help you—”

But Lisa shoved past her, barely acknowledging the maid’s existence. “Gretta! Gretta, where are you?” she called out, her voice echoing through the grand foyer.

The maid hurried after her, flustered. “Miss, please, you need to be quiet. Madam doesn't like loud noises—”

But Lisa didn’t care. She kept calling out for Gretta, louder this time.

After a tense minute, Gretta appeared at the top of the grand staircase, her perfectly manicured hand resting on the banister. She wore an elegant dress that looked expensive, and her face was a mixture of annoyance and surprise.

“Lisa,” Gretta said, her voice cool but curious. “What on earth are you doing here, barging in like a maniac?”

Lisa didn’t waste any time. “I have a plan and I'm gonna need your help.”

Claire and Matthew rushed through the hospital hallway, their footsteps echoing off the white-tiled floor. Claire’s mind was racing as they approached Abigail’s room. She knocked softly on the door, and when she opened it, there was Abigail—sitting up in bed, her face pale but awake. Both of Abigail’s parents were there, holding each other, their eyes red from crying.

“Hey, Abigail,” Claire greeted softly, stepping into the room. “How are you feeling?”

Abigail turned her head, and the second her eyes met Claire’s, they welled up with tears. Claire didn’t hesitate; she stepped forward and hugged her gently.

“That night...” Abigail started, her voice shaky. “There were three guys—"

“Shh,” Claire cut her off quickly, pulling away slightly to look into her friend’s eyes. “You don’t have to tell me. I already know. I’m just glad you're awake.”

Claire placed her hands on Abigail’s shoulders and leaned in a little, her expression softening. “But seriously, are you okay?”

Abigail nodded, biting her lip as another tear slipped down her cheek. “Yeah. I think so,” she whispered. “Thank you, Claire.”

“For what?” Claire asked, confused.

“My parents told me… about the blood donation. You saved me.” Abigail’s voice cracked as she spoke, and she reached out to grab Claire’s hand. “It means so much.”

Claire smiled, squeezing her friend’s hand. “I just did what was right. Besides, it wasn’t even that much blood,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “I’ll probably be fine after, like, a million snacks.”

Matthew, who had been standing nearby, finally spoke up. "Hey, Abigail. How’re you doing?" he asked gently, offering a small wave.

Abigail smiled weakly. “I’ve been better, but… I’ll live.”

Everyone in the room let out a collective sigh of relief. The tension started to ease up, and the conversation turned to small talk about the hospital food (which, as usual, was terrible), and the fact that Abigail was going to need some time to fully recover.

About thirty minutes passed, and then there was another knock on the door. This time, it was Alexander. Claire glanced at him, surprised.

“Wait… how did you just get here?” Claire asked, raising an eyebrow. “I swear you were right behind us earlier.”

Alexander just shrugged. “Took a detour.”

He walked over to Abigail’s bed and smiled. “How are you holding up?”

Abigail, with a small smile, reached out and grabbed Alexander by the wrist, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alexander’s hands froze awkwardly by his sides. He looked a little lost, clearly not used to being hugged, especially in front of everyone. After a moment, he gently patted Abigail on the back like he wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Uh… yeah,” he mumbled. “I’m glad you’re awake. Just focus on getting better, okay?”