After breakfast, Alexander carried me downstairs and into the car.
Jim drove while the security vehicle followed closely behind us.
Ever since the accident, Alexander had assigned far more security around the villa, and several guards now followed us everywhere we went.
Although the scars on my face had mostly healed and the scabs had already fallen off, Alexander still treated me as though I were fragile.
When we arrived at the hospital garage, he personally took the wheelchair out from the trunk before carefully helping me into it.
Then he pushed me toward the elevator while two bodyguards followed quietly behind us.
The moment we entered the doctor's office, the doctor smiled politely.
"Mrs. Blackwood, your injuries seem to have healed significantly. Are you still feeling pain anywhere?"
I answered each of his questions honestly while Alexander sat silently beside me the entire time.
After reviewing the records, the doctor nodded slightly.
