"I wasn't—I was just leaving," I stammered, hating how quickly I reverted to defending myself.
"Wait." His hand clamped around my wrist, and I noticed Victoria watching us, her expression darkening.
She quickly composed herself and floated over, her face a mask of angelic concern.
"Olivia! You poor thing, you look terrible," she cooed, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Thank you so much for the bone marrow donation. The healer said your cells are already helping our baby develop stronger. You've been such a blessing to our little family!"
She turned to Alexander with pleading eyes. "Darling, shouldn't we give Olivia a ride home? It's the least we can do after her sacrifice."
Alexander brushed a strand of hair from her face with tender care. "Whatever makes you happy, my love."
Since I needed to retrieve my remaining possessions from the mansion anyway, I accepted Victoria's false kindness with a silent nod.
Inside Alexander's custom Bentley, Victoria suddenly gasped dramatically.
"Oh! What's this?"
She reached between the leather seats and pulled out a small velvet box.
"Alexander," she exclaimed with surprise. "You didn't mention buying me another gift!"