No Escape from Love novel Chapter 12

According to Mr. Hastings Senior, Alex moved out and hadn't returned because of me?

But how could that be? Ever since we were kids, Alex had told me over and over that he didn't like me and didn't want me as his sister.

I lowered my gaze. "Mr. Hastings Senior, I think you're mistaken. Alex—no, Mr. Hastings—has always been distant with me. I doubt my words would have any impact on him."

Mr. Hastings Senior's tone softened, but he remained insistent. "Just try, please? Even if he doesn't come back, I know it's not your fault."

I frowned, ready to refuse, but I hesitated as I looked up.

Mr. Hastings Senior, a man I had always known to be shrewd, capable, and impeccably groomed in every way, had aged significantly. His hair had turned completely gray, his eyes were cloudy, and his gaze carried a weight of hope and longing.

The powerful businessman I once admired was gone. In his place stood a father, quietly yearning for his son to come home.

I swallowed the words that came to mind and took a deep breath. "If you insist, Mr. Hastings Senior, I'll... I'll try. I'll talk to him," I said softly.

A look of relief washed over Mr. Hastings Senior's face.

I stood up, ready to ask a favor for Mom. "Mr. Hastings Senior, my mother's getting older. I hope you can continue looking after her while she's at the Hastings residence. But if it's too much..." I paused, hesitating. "I can bring her back in a few days."

Mr. Hastings Senior shifted his gaze.

"Serena, that was a long time ago. The Hastings family has always treated your mother well. It's just... She has a hard time relaxing. She likes to keep herself busy."

His words took me by surprise.

"But since you've asked, don't worry. I'll persuade her," Mr. Hastings Senior assured me.

"Thank you, Mr. Hastings Senior," I said, feeling a wave of gratitude. "I'll be going now."

A flicker of disdain crossed Alex's face, but he stayed silent.

"Why don't you want to go home?" I asked.

Alex frowned and gave me a sideways glance.

"Keep your eyes on the road," I muttered.

"How did you know?" His voice was tinged with resentment. "Did my dad tell you that?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to betray Mr. Hastings Senior's trust, but I also didn't want to lie, so I simply continued, "Your home is not far from your company. Mr. Hastings Senior is just worried about you."

I left the rest unspoken, hoping Alex would piece it together himself.