Chapter 522

Upon entering the house, Lily was about to change out of her shoes when Alexander unexpectedly crouched down and helped her. Lily was startled and subconsciously retracted her foot. "What are you doing?"

"Let me help you with your shoes," he raised his head and answered naturally. However, there was nothing natural about this, and Lily felt highly uncomfortable. "It's fine. I can do it myself!"

She quickly changed out of her shoes, feeling the pressure from behind her. Looking back, she saw Brandon and a woman at the door. The woman's gaze was almost murderous. If looks could kill, Lily would have been dead.

Lily's discomfort grew; she frowned slightly, put on her slippers, and got herself a water bottle. "Come in," Alexander ushered casually. Only then did Lily notice that the servants, who usually left after cleaning, were still there. What's Alex planning? One of the servants quickly brought over a pot of tea, but only two cups. They were placed in front of Alexander. Obviously, the drinks were for Alexander and Lily, not their guests. Alexander was doing this on purpose!

Lily stood at the island's edge with her drink and shot him a glance. She had no idea what he was doing, but she quickly pieced together who the woman was. The woman who came with Brandon seemed hostile toward Lily. Judging by her attire, Lily guessed she was Brandon's younger sister, Brittany. Furthermore, the bruises on her face were still noticeable, even though she had tried to conceal them with makeup. It seemed Olivia wasn't exaggerating when she said she had the upper hand.

From the moment Brittany entered, her eyes had been fixated on Lily. When Brittany noticed Lily looking back, her gaze became even more vicious and hateful. Lily believed that if the two men weren't present, Brittany would have attacked her.

Once Lily understood the situation, she questioned whether they were truly there to apologize.

"Ah, Fourth Russell" Brandon smiled, attempting to bridge the gap by using Alexander's nickname. However, Alexander was cold. "I don't think we're at the level of calling each other by our nicknames." Although polite in tone, he clearly distanced himself from them. He was far from happy and didn't need Brandon's friendship.

Brandon let out a dry cough, a little embarrassed. He continued smiling, "Don't be like that. I know that this time Brittany went a little too far, but your wife—"

Before he could finish, Brittany pinched him hard, causing him to groan in pain. "What do you mean 'wife'? What nonsense are you talking about?!" "Brittany!" Brandon was helpless. They had come to apologize, yet she was still acting this way.

"Seeing that you're not here to apologize, I'll have my servant send you off," Alexander said coldly, waving his hand.

"That's not—" Brandon started to speak, but Brittany interjected, "Why should I apologize? I was the one who was beaten up. Alex, can't you tell?!" She stood up abruptly, stepping closer until she was almost touching Alexander's legs. "Look! Look at my face! I'm almost disfigured! Can't you see?! How could you be so heartless?! Alex, we grew up together. Now, you'd push me aside for another woman?!"