Chapter 3: Facts

Alexander left the hospital.

The hospital was filled with a strong aura of depression, making him unable to breathe.

"Big brother!" Naomi chased after him from behind.

Alexander stopped and waited for Naomi to catch up with him. "Naomi, I already understand. I'll find a way to get money for mom's medical expenses."

Alexander didn't even wait for Naomi to finish speaking before she opened her mouth.

Naomi held her hand while waiting to catch her breath. "I'm not here for that, I have something else."

"What is it?"

Naomi said, "Brother, I graduated quite a while ago, but I still don't have a job."

Alexander's face was slightly uncomfortable, "What do you mean?"

Naomi reached out and wrapped her hand around Alexander's arm. Being flirtatious, she asked, "Brother, the Bennett family has a big industry and must have a big influence. All it takes is for someone from the Bennett family to say one sentence and I'm sure I'd be perfectly acceptable in any hospital in the City of London."

"Brother, I'm studying medicine. My only option is to work in a hospital, you have to help me."

Alexander stood at the hospital's entrance, the strong smell of disinfectant wafting from inside. He couldn't hold his breath.

"Naomi, my relationship with the Bennett family is not what you think, I think you should understand."

"I know, isn't Mrs. Bennett your aunt? And Young Mr. Bennett is your cousin. I saw him last time, just one look, you can tell that he is a very kind and gentle young master. As long as you ask him for help, he will definitely help you."

Naomi's eyes lit up. Alexander removed her hand from his arm, "Sorry." Alexander said this word, turned around, and stepped forward.

"Brother!" Naomi continued to shout several times, but Alexander had no intention of stopping.

Alexander arrived back at the Bennett family villa when the sky was dark. With 350,000 dollars in medical expenses, he felt his hunched back becoming more curved.

After a tough day, Alexander went to the kitchen to boil Mrs. Jamie's favorite shark fin soup.

A famous chef in London took care of the food in the kitchen, but Mrs. Jamie loved Alexander's shark fin soup. Sometimes, Mrs. Jamie wanted to eat it in the middle of the night. Alexander had to hurry up and get up to make it.

Mrs. Jamie was a very beautiful woman. Although she was over 55, she still looked the same as in her thirties.

That night, Mrs. Jamie was still wearing light makeup. Bright lights illuminated her, but her brilliance was boundless. She was Alexander's aunt, and although Alexander would not admit it, it did not change the fact that she was his relative.

Jamie gently ate the soup from her spoon. Her brow furrowed, "Not good." Two words were spoken softly from her thin lips.

Alexander replied obediently, "I'll make a new one soon."

Mrs. Jamie smiled at the corner of her lips, "You're on vacation today, why don't you rest and make me some soup instead? If you have something to say, speak now!"

Alexander raised his head. His mouth wore a smile befitting his position, trying to get attention. He replied, "Madam, you are really smart. In your presence, I am always easily honest."

Mrs. Jamie smiled coldly, "Of course."

Alexander endured Mrs. Jamie's mockery and maintained his warm, friendly smile. "Thank you, Madam, for your help these past few years. Without Madame's help, my mother wouldn't be alive today, and my younger brother and sister wouldn't be able to graduate either."

"Knowing that well, I even thought you would hate me."

"Of course not." With fear and trepidation, Alexander replied, "Without Madame I wouldn't have any family members. How could I hate Madame?"

Mrs. Jamie responded, "Just so you know. Although we have a slight blood relation, I am not your parent. I have no obligation to give you money."

"I know."

Mrs. Jamie noticed her obedient appearance and was satisfied.

"Speak up, what do you need me for this time?"

"My mother is sick again and she needs surgery. The cost of the surgery and subsequent treatment is about 350,000 dollars. Madam, I beg you to help me again!" Alexander steadily lowered his head to the floor, his forehead even turning red.

Mrs. Jamie lifted one foot, the high heels almost hitting Alexander's nose.

The smell of toenails and feet assaulted his senses. Alexander could not lift his body and could only continue to bend like that.

Mrs. Jamie looked down at the kneeling man, and her smile deepened, "It would be nice if your father was still alive! If he saw his biological son in such an inferior state in front of others, how would he react?"

Mrs. Jamie's foot rose gracefully, finally touching Alexander's face. With a little strength in her toes, she lifted the face slightly.

"Do you still remember your father?" the old woman asked.

Alexander nodded his head. 'I will always remember!' he thought. He remembered the gentle and kind man who hugged him gently and said, "My dear boy."

Mrs. Jamie deeply breathed, "Your father is very dear to God. During school, he was the most admired man. He was the ideal lover for many men and women. He was always above the crowd and was always admired by everyone."

"But, he can't even think of his own son. You will also end up like this."

Alexander did not respond at all. These shameful words, he had heard enough of these and learned not to care in the first place.

Mrs. Jamie's feet let the man's face move, "How much in total have you borrowed from me?"

"864,000 dollars." Alexander responded.

"Apparently you remember that." she quipped.

"This is the money I borrowed, I must remember it clearly. This is the thing I have to return."

"How are you going to pay? With your monthly salary of 4,000 dollars? The salary I give you is already high enough."

Alexander's head was still bowed, "I will definitely pay it back."

Mrs. Jamie laughed sarcastically and said, "I've heard this statement so many times, I almost want to cover my ears."

Alexander was speechless. It was true, more than 800,000 dollars; for him, it was huge.

'Maybe I should sell one of my kidneys! But will that be enough to pay it off?" Alexander thought.

"Like I said, I don't need to keep giving you money, because you can't afford it."

This time, Alexander raised his head and stared pleadingly, "Then my mother will die, can you save her? I'm begging you."

"Why? It's not even my mother. Of course, it's not your mother either. Just let her die, then you'll be free from all this burden."

Alexander said nothing. His knees bent even more as he begged for mercy.

Mrs. Jamie was now even more haughty. She gleefully looked at the person kneeling before her and replied, "You did this to make me feel ashamed."

As Mrs. Jamie spoke, she twirled the diamond-encrusted ring on her finger. She had just gotten it from an auction. It was worth more than 3 million dollars.

"Forget it, my heart is too soft." Mrs. Jamie seemed to think hard for a moment before answering.

"You agree?"

Mrs. Jamie, "I can give you 350,000, but my money won't be given away for free, okay?"

"I understand, I will return the favor."

"Waiting for you to return the favor to me?" Mrs. Jamie laughed coldly, "But right now, I need your help to do something. Of course, you can choose to disagree."

"I agree, whatever it is." Alexander basically had nothing to bargain with, he had known this from the start.

"Then that's very good. Since you promised, go and marry Henry Dawson!"

"Marry? To Henry?" Alexander couldn't believe it and perked up his ears to check if he had heard wrong.

Mrs. Jamie replied, "What's the matter, you don't want to? Henry will marry you, you should be grateful. You still want to be picky?"

"But?"

"Are you also afraid of being killed by Henry? Don't joke, your life is hard enough already. Your father was killed, your foster father too. Your mother is currently in the process of dying. What are you still afraid of?"

Alexander was silent, and Mrs. Jamie's smile disappeared. "Henry has killed three wives; otherwise, do you think he really wants you? Actually, you have nothing to fear. Maybe you can kill him. By the time his treasure is given to you, maybe you can turn into a rich man." There was laughter at the end of that sentence.

Henry was disgusted with Alexander, and he knew it. He couldn't believe Henry would agree to marry him, "Did Henry want this?"

Mrs. Jamie responded, "Honestly, there used to be someone who told Henry's fortune. He told him that in his lifetime he should kill four wives. That way, he could live happily into old age with his fifth wife."

Alexander couldn't help but smile, "So, I'm the one who will die."

"You don't have to agree to it. But if you don't agree, I won't lend you a penny and the money you borrowed from me must be returned to me immediately. Right now."

"Of course, you can look for Lucas, after all you never asked him for help before. Lucas is a good and honest boy, he will definitely help you."

"However, you owe him so much, what should you repay him with?"

Alexander remembered the photo Lucas had shared with his circle of friends—a portrait of Lucas flirting with John in a small restaurant.

Mrs. Jamie snorted coldly, "Talk, pay or marry?"

Alexander slowly stood up from the floor and didn't need to kneel anymore. "Do you think I have a choice?"

Mrs. Jamie looked at Alexander, who was standing in front of her. The man straightened his back and no longer portrayed an image of obedience and lowliness, like when a lion opened its eyes.

Although Mrs. Jamie could not see the expression on his face, she replied coldly, "Then you will choose marriage, right?"

"Yes."

"Very well, Aunt Hill will take you to see Mrs. Dawson. Alexander, whether you marry Henry or not is up to Mrs. Dawson."

"What about the money?" Alexander asked.

"It will be transferred to your account immediately."

Alexander shook his head, "I mean all the money I was owed before."

"What do you mean?" A faint crease in Mrs. Jamie's forehead indicated she was a little upset.

"My life is only worth 350,000 dollars?"

Mrs. Jamie was angry, "What do you think?"

It can erase my previous debt.

Mrs. Jamie stood up fiercely, "How could your life be worth more than a million dollars? You're too arrogant!"

Alexander laughed sarcastically as he replied, "My life may not be worth that much, but Lucas' happiness is."

"You!" Mrs. Jamie was shocked.

"I've seen it, Lucas likes Henry and Henry comes to this house often, certainly a possibility for Lucas. But with Henry's wife dead, Lucas doesn't dare marry him, nor does Henry intend to make your son his sacrifice."

"I'm marrying Henry, no matter dead or alive. But if I die, it paves the way for Lucas."

There was silence for fifteen seconds before Axel added, "For Lucas' happiness, is a million dollars not worth it?"

"What position do you have to discuss this with me? Without me, your foster mother would have died earlier." Mrs. Jamie replied angrily, "If you don't marry Henry, there will be plenty of others who will."

"Well, then I'll just wait until someone who isn't afraid of death marries that man." he retorted casually.

"You!" Mrs. Jamie slapped Alexander hard, "Pay your debt now! You've been presumptuous with me!"

Madame Jamie's ring brim scratched Alexander's face and caused a scar.

Alexander didn't care and let the blood run down his cheek. "Yes, the money I borrowed from you, I won't be able to pay it back in this life, but have you ever thought, even if I die, my family won't be able to repay it?"

"My foster mother raised me. My death can also be counted as repayment for her kindness. Regarding my debt, Auntie, I beg you."

"Don't you feel sorry for your nephew? Think of me this time as your brother's son." There was a gentle tone to Alexander's words.

"Don't call me aunt!" cried Mrs. Jamie, "Didn't I tell you before? You can't say anything about our relationship in this house."

Alexander looked up at Mrs. Jamie, who was losing control, "Why? Is it because I embarrassed you, or is there another reason?"

"Alexander, when I lent you the money, what did you promise me?"

Alexander, "Relax, I always remember that."

"If you remember it, then that's good." There was a sigh. Mrs. Jamie wanted to neutralize her emotions, "Forget it, I promise that if you marry Henry, what you mentioned will come true."

Alexander stood up straight in front of Mrs. Jamie, and it was like the first time he had met the woman.

Mrs. Jamie was uncomfortable seeing him like that, and she said sarcastically, "Aunt Hill, take him away."

Aunt Hill immediately took Alexander outside.

*

Aunt Hill came and gave Mrs. Jamie a cup of hot tea, "Madam, has Mrs. Dawson agreed? Alexander is the servant of the Dawson family. Although he is handsome and quite attractive, is Mrs. Dawson really not afraid that he will die at the hands of Old Master Dawson?"

Mrs. Jamie sipped her hot tea, "Then we'll have to see his luck, but Alexander has a trump card."

"What's that?"

Mrs. Jamie's lips quivered into a smile, "He has Sami genes."

"You mean, the Sami gene that allows men to have children? Really? How did you know? Does Alexander know about this?"

Mrs. Jamie's face grew grim, and she suddenly laughed softly, "He will never know in this life."