~Alistair's POV~
He looked at me, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and relief. "He told me it was my mother, Alis. She was the one who helped me up… then she called one of the hotel staff to assist. They both carried me back to my room."
A cold shiver slipped down my spine, settling heavy in my bones. I stared at him, my thoughts scrambling to piece together that night.
"If it was only your mother and a staff member who took you upstairs," I murmured, my voice barely steady, "then how did Sarah end up in your bed?"
"Babe, it's obvious," Alex said, his hands trembling slightly. "I was completely out of it. My mother had the key. She must have unlocked the door and let Sarah in. She practically handed me over to her."
"You're right," I said, leaning back as the pieces clicked together with a sickening thud. "But even with Julian's word, it's still just one person's account against your mother's. It's not enough to fully break her hold yet."
