“Drive to the nearest hospital. Now!”
He yanked open the car door and carried the unconscious Isabella into the back seat.
When Thomas didn’t move fast enough, Alexander lost his temper.
“Are you deaf? I said drive her to the hospital!”
But Thomas remained at my side.
Fury darkened Alexander’s face.
“Claire Bennett, you actually dared to buy off people from the Hughes family? Do you even realize where you are? This is Hughes territory—you don’t get to run wild here.”
Of course I knew where I was.
And I remembered clearly what Ethan Walker had once told me: When you can’t endure anymore—don’t.
Seeing me stand calm and unmoved, Alexander’s expression soured further.
“I’ll let this slide for now. But if Isabella or her child suffers even the slightest harm, I’ll make you pay dearly.”
Look at him—clutching that woman protectively. The sight was sickening.
My voice was cold.
“Get out of the car.”
Alexander blinked, as though he hadn’t heard me correctly.
“What did you say?”
I had no patience for his games. With a glance at the bodyguard behind me, the man understood at once. He stepped forward and dragged both Alexander and Isabella from the back seat.