The Billionaire's Redemption

Chapter Fourteen

Reaching the lobby, Alex threw open the glass doors, ignoring whether it was against the hospital's ethics or not.

His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. He needed air, needed escape, and needed anything to quell the rising tide of fury and hurt.

His legs carried him to his car, the latest Subaru Outback, which he affectionately nicknamed "Blue," each step heavy with the weight of shattered hope.

He reached the car, fumbled with the keys, and finally, with a frustrated growl, threw the door open.

He slammed the door shut.

The black leather seat, which did offer him comfort, did not.

He slammed his hand on the steering, realising the mess he had gotten himself into through his stupidity—heeding his parents' wishes like a dog to his master.

But reality, like a persistent itch, wormed its way back into his thoughts.

He could not stay parked there, lost in the wreckage of his emotions.

He needed to act—to do something, anything—even if it meant talking to someone f