Chapter 21

The hospital room was so quiet you could hear the IV drip.

The Patriarch stood by the bed, gazing at Alexander for a long moment. Finally, he sighed deeply, quickly wiping the corner of his eye before turning to leave.

As he pushed open the door, his posture straightened. His face regained its imposing authority.

"Contact Sophia Laurent. Ask if she can come to the manor for dinner tonight."

The butler bowed in acknowledgment.

After discussing several company matters, the Patriarch strode away with steady steps.

At three in the afternoon, Henry Chamberlain arrived punctually at the hospital room.

Dark circles hung under his eyes. His suit jacket was wrinkled.

Since Alexander's accident, Henry had been working nonstop like a spinning top.

He had to deal with difficult shareholders while fending off the Valdemar relatives circling like vultures.

Worst of all, the confidential tasks Alexander had assigned before his coma now rested solely on Henry's shoulders.

His daily hospital visits became his only respite.

"The company operations remain stable. All departments are functioning normally."

"But the board members keep demanding to see you. The Patriarch is barely keeping them in check."

Henry loosened his tie and continued.

"Your father has been unusually quiet lately. I suspect he's plotting something."

"The media situation is temporarily under control, but secrets don't stay buried forever..."

His voice gradually trailed off.

As Alexander's college friend and most trusted confidant, Henry understood the danger better than anyone.

After thirty minutes of business updates, Henry rubbed his temples and pulled a file from his briefcase.

"We've made progress finding that person you asked about."

"There are over ninety thousand women named Tiffany Morrison nationwide. After screening, we're down to about a thousand potential matches."

Henry gave a tired smile.

"If only the hotel surveillance hadn't been tampered with. This wouldn't be so difficult..."

The figure in the bed remained motionless.

Henry studied Alexander's pale face, then abruptly changed topics.

"Oh, the Patriarch arranged a marriage for you."

"I wonder if we should keep searching for that Tiffany Morrison you..."

His words cut off abruptly as his eyes widened in shock.

Alexander's finger had just twitched.