The car screeched to a halt, eventually stopping in the parking lot of the dazzling golden palace.
When Xylander took his hand from the brake and moved to get out, Alexander caught his wrist.
"I can't pretend anymore," Alexander whispered bitterly, careful that the two people in the back wouldn't hear him. "Why are we taking him in? Is this a hospital? Why did we allow Daniel to bring him here? Remember, he is your husband. You're not meant to be giving random men attention."
He successfully dragged Xyle's arm, pulling him far enough from the car to be out of hearing range.
"This isn't some act of philanthropy, if that's what you're thinking. It's a logical decision," Xylander reasoned.
"Look, that man must be his friend. He saw him get injured, almost killed. If you were in his shoes, would you just let him go? Not to mention the patient has a stigma, a fear of hospitals, so he couldn't stay there," Xylander continued to analyze.
