Chapter 273 A Hunch

Claire had been pacing back and forth in Abigail’s hospital room for what felt like hours, her shoes barely making a sound on the tile floor. The tension in the air was thick, and Claire’s mind was spinning with questions. Alexander sat on the couch, staring at Abigail, while Matthew leaned casually against the wall next to the door, his arms crossed as he watched Claire walk a path into the floor. As Claire’s eyes moved to Abigail, who lay unconscious in the hospital bed, her suspicions only grew stronger. Something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with her. The accident that put Abigail here—it didn’t feel like an accident at all. It felt... orchestrated. But by who? Did Abigail have enemies she didn’t know about? And, more importantly, did Alexander know about Abigail’s personal life? Claire’s curiosity was bubbling up, and it was clear she wasn’t going to let this rest. She glanced over at Alexander, who sat on the couch, looking deep in thought. She opened her mouth,