Chapter 489

Alexander was totally caught off guard. He picked up Elizabeth’s driver’s license with shaky hands. Just seeing her photo made his heart ache even more.

He thought, “Why am I hiding her driver’s license? Doesn’t my refusal to divorce show I still care about her? But if I care, why do I keep hurting her?”

Alexander shook his head, unable to forgive himself. Even if I saw Elizabeth, what can I say? Beg for forgiveness? Just say sorry? Could a simple “sorry” really fix all the pain I caused her? She used to be so amazing.

Alexander suddenly felt helpless. He leaned back in his seat, letting the rain drench him. Holding her driver’s license, he felt like he was sinking into a pit of despair, struggling to breathe.

His phone rang suddenly. He picked it up, hoping it was Elizabeth. But when he saw Nolan’s name, he felt a wave of irritation.

He answered, and Nolan said, “Mr. Tudor, Elizabeth’s flight got delayed because of the rain. It’s now leaving in an hour. We still have time.”

Alexander looked up. “We?” he muttered.

“Mr. Tudor, why did your car stop?” Nolan asked, confused.

Alexander saw a black business car in his rearview mirror. He immediately got out of the car, drenched in rain. Nolan got out too, looking surprised. “Mr. Tudor?”

“Don’t ask, let’s get to the airport,” Alexander said, pulling Nolan into the car.

He had made up his mind. Even if she didn’t forgive him, it was better than doing nothing. Elizabeth didn’t tell him she saved him. So he would go and tell her he knew everything.

The driver quickly started the car. Nolan noticed the shattered windshield of Alexander’s car. “Mr. Tudor, are you okay?” Nolan asked, worried.

Alexander shook his head. He was fine. Nolan grabbed two blankets and covered Alexander, watching him constantly check his phone. Nolan’s heart ached too. He had never seen Alexander like this before. Alexander was always so confident, so unique. Nolan felt a pang of sorrow.

‘Will Elizabeth leave? Will I see her?’ he wondered. He suddenly rolled down the car window. Raindrops splashed in, and Nolan frowned. “Mr. Tudor!”

Alexander reached out his hand, the wind cutting like a knife. He looked at the water pooling in his palm and whispered so softly the wind almost carried it away, “Elizabeth hates rainy days the most.”

Nolan was taken aback. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and Alexander murmured again, “He’s most afraid of thunder.” He always thought she was pretending, but she was really scared. It was a post-traumatic stress reaction, all because of him.

Thinking of this, Alexander’s eyes welled up, and he lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.