196: MCIW [05] THE ACCIDENT

MCIW [05] THE ACCIDENT

He stared at the picture frame in his hand with fury and dejection playing tug of war inside him. 0

A disturbing tightening on his chest assaulted him as he stared at the woman with soft amber eyes that had charmed him to his doom. Her red copper hair fell to her face in waves, enhancing her high cheekbones and full lush lips. She was magnificently staring at him in the photograph as if she was real.

The photo was of him and Alexandria seated into a wooden bench, his arms protectively draped around her slender shoulders. He looked at the camera with a lofty grin stretched across his face.

It was the happiest moment of his life. He could clearly recall that particular day in clear and vivid detail as if it happened just yesterday. 

The photograph was taken almost four years ago when he was still in the process of winning Alexandria's heart. They looked fine in the photo. He wondered what went wrong. Ever since he married Alexandria things went downhill. 

He set the picture frame aside and lifted the glass of brandy to his lips. It was empty. Groaning, he staggered to the wine cellar and picked the brandy decanter inside his cabinet and returned to the balcony with the bottle in hand. 

He lifted the decanter and poured the contents into the glass and brought it to his lips. It was the third? Or is it the fourth bottle of brandy he consumed? He couldn't recall, he lost count already. But it doesn't matter how many he consumed tonight. He wasn't drunk yet. He could still feel the hollowness nagging from inside him. 

The urgent knock on the door carved a deep frown across his forehead. Didn't he warn Thompson that he wanted to be left alone? 

Damn. The Security Head was reliable but he could be irritating at times. 

He ignored the knock and focused his attention on the brandy instead. What Thompson would say is not important. It could wait for tomorrow. He reasoned and brought the glass to his lips. 

"Mr. Alexander?" Thompson said aloud. The door rattled violently this time. When there was no response from him, the sound of keys jingled then the door flung open. 

"Dammmniii—" His curse was suspended when Thompsons emerged from the door and two uniformed policeman followed behind him.

He stood up in a snap, mouth wide open. Something was terribly wrong here. 

"Mr. Alexander," One of the police officers began as he stepped forward. "Your wife, Mrs. Alexander, suffered a fatal car accident. The car she was driving was involved in a fatal car collision. One of the three passengers died instantly. We haven't named the deceased yet."

He could feel his stomach lurched forward. Heartbeat thundered inside his chest. His son Nial suddenly flashed through his thoughts. 

"What Hospital?" He snapped, hastily grabbing the leather jacket hanging from the sofa and putting it on in a snap. 

The police officer said the address. Without wasting any more second, he hurried past his butler and two police officers and ran downstairs to where one of his cars was parked. 

Despite the cold temperature inside the car he broke into a sweat that evaporated the contents of alcohol in his body. The last effects of alcohol magically vanished and he sobered.

He pressed his feet against the accelerator. The car lurched forward as he drove mindlessly across the dark, deserted highway. His thoughts drifted into his only son Niall and a sudden uncontrollable furry bubbled inside him once more. 

There's only one person he blamed for all this—Alexandria. Immeasurable hatred seeps through his heart as he thinks of his wife. Never in a million years would he forgive her for what she'd done. 

If something terrible happened to their child he would stain his hands with her own blood to get even. 

He reached the hospital in less than an hour when it will usually take him one and a half hour driving to reach the place. He clambered out of the black Mazda almost immediately after he finished parking. 

With heart pounding loudly inside his ribcage, he quickly scurried to the information desk where he was faced with a female staff, with large bags under her eyes as if haven't slept well for days. 

"How may I help you Sir?" She asks very politely without tearing her gaze off from her computer screen. Her fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard in front of her. 

"I would like to know about Alexandria Alexander's room." He asked almost breathlessly. Speaking his wife's name intensified the fire burning inside him which was impending to violently erupt like a volcano. 

The staff temporarily paused typing her report and checked for the name he mentioned. "May I know your relationship with the patient?" She asked, still not tearing her gaze from her computer screen. 

"My wife." He spat bitterly, the word sounded foreign to his ears for Alexandria had never been a wife to him. 

When the staff finally lifted her tired face to him, he showed her his ID and almost immediately she recognized his identity. 

"Emergency Room. Turn left please."

He hastened to the direction she provided and almost immediately he spotted the sign glaring at him with an angry red light. 

That moment the door to the emergency room flung open and the doctor in white suit emerged from it. The man was preoccupied with the report he was reading in his hand that he nearly bumped into Lucas. He stopped in time before they could collide in the hallway and raised his head to his with a frown scrunching his forehead. 

"Lucas! Thank god you came quickly!" The doctor exclaimed after he recognized him. The file in his hand dropped to his side so he could give Lucas his full attention. 

"Where's my son?" He asked without the slightest pause. His eyes held a hellish chill as he waited for his friend's response. Fear he never knew he was capable slammed hard through his chest as he waited for a reply. 

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