Alexander paused, his footsteps slowing at the sound of those words.
“That’s the hospital’s doctor. Danielle’s uncle is sick—they’re discussing treatment options.”
He fixed Bianca with a steady gaze. “Is there something against her in your heart?”
The question caught Bianca off guard. She muttered, “I told you from the beginning not to marry her. If you didn’t want to, there were a thousand ways to keep her out of the Davidson family.”
“I always thought Millie was perfect for you. You two grew up together, childhood friends—it’s fate. She’s smart, accomplished, exactly the kind of daughter-in-law anyone would be proud of.”
“Why don’t you just divorce Danielle and let Millie in? I can tell that girl is interested in you. Haven’t you always been inseparable?”
She’d seen every tabloid headline, choosing to turn a blind eye. It was obvious, at least to her, that Alexander liked Millie. Why else would he bring her to every event, big or small?
With someone as extraordinary as Millie, how could he possibly prefer Danielle?
Bianca drew a deep breath, determined to swap her daughter-in-law for a better one.
She pressed on. “Even your grandmother is furious about this, insisting you two keep your distance. Be honest with your mother—do you still have feelings for Millie?”
Alexander met his mother’s gaze, his eyes calm and unwavering. “If you’ve planned out every step of my life, what’s left for me to live?”
His words were measured, his expression icy beneath the calm.
Bianca stiffened. “I’m only trying to do what’s best for you, to look out for your future—”
“I have my own plans,” Alexander cut her off.
Instantly, Bianca brightened. That had to mean he was considering marrying Millie after all. All she needed to do now was keep their relationship on good terms.
“I heard you’re the one Blackwood is sending this time,” Harold said, clearly surprised. “You really do wear a lot of hats.”
Danielle was a little surprised herself that Harold would be personally involved in a project like this—usually, he’d send his team ahead. But then again, Harold was always hands-on. No wonder Vanguard stayed at the top of the industry.
She smiled. “Coming from you, Mr. Chapman, that’s hardly surprising. You’ve built your success by staying involved in everything. Picking up a little extra work on my end seems pretty normal in comparison.”
He chuckled warmly. “Fate keeps throwing us together, doesn’t it? Another collaboration. Have you decided which hotel you’ll stay at in Serenbury?”
Danielle hesitated for a moment.
Sensing he might have overstepped, Harold quickly clarified, “Don’t get the wrong idea. This is strictly business. Staying at the same hotel just makes it easier to coordinate our site visits.”
He paused, voice softer. “I do like you, Danielle. But I keep my personal feelings out of work.”
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