Sebastian raised a skeptical brow, about to speak, but Amy silenced him with a wave of her hand. "Mr. Kingsley, you can leave now. I need to speak with Alexander privately."

Sebastian gave a curt nod, understanding the unspoken tension. "Very well. Call if you require anything."

As the door clicked shut behind him, Alexander's expression darkened, his sculpted jaw tightening with barely restrained fury. "Amy," he bit out, his voice laced with venom, "we're still legally married, and you're already cozying up to another man?"

Typical. He never missed a chance to twist the knife deeper.

Amy met his glare with icy detachment. "When my calls to a certain someone went unanswered, and the doctors insisted on contacting family after my accident, I had no choice but to call someone reliable."

Samantha had been her first call. But after the collision left her unable to pick up Oliver from school, Amy had no choice but to explain the situation to Sebastian. Soon after, he arrived with Oliver in tow, staying until Samantha could take over. She had remained by Amy's side all night, only leaving at dawn when Amy insisted she rest.

Amy tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. "Or should I have waited for the hospital to discharge me onto the street?"

Alexander's throat worked as he swallowed hard, choosing silence. While she had been alone, he had been at Victoria's bedside, tending to her every need.

Picking up the meal Sebastian had brought, Amy ate deliberately, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire.

Only when she set the empty container aside did Alexander finally speak. "You and Victoria—how exactly did the collision happen?"

"You should direct that question to Ms. Langley, not me," Amy replied, her tone steady. "I've already told you. Her car appeared out of nowhere and struck mine."

Alexander's eyes darkened like a storm-laden sky. "Yet every witness I spoke to claims you dashed into the road without slowing down."

Of course. This was no accident. Victoria had orchestrated it flawlessly.

Amy lifted her chin. "Has the surveillance footage been recovered yet?"

Alexander shook his head. "No."

She wasn't surprised. Victoria had covered her tracks too well.

"So, Mr. Blackwood," Amy said coolly, "do you honestly believe I intentionally crashed into Victoria?"

"Intentional or not, you failed to stop. According to the evidence, you're at fault," he countered.

"And?" she pressed.

Alexander exhaled sharply. "Public outrage is growing. If you issue a public apology to Victoria, I can make this go away."

Amy let out a dry laugh. "Just an apology? With Victoria's grave injuries, I expected you'd demand jail time."

His expression remained frigid. "Her injuries aren't severe. I'll handle her side. Apologize, and I'll silence the media."

Amy's fingers curled into the sheets. "So if I refuse, you'll let the public crucify me, is that it?"

Alexander's gaze bore into her. "Amy, I owe Victoria resolution for this accident."

An apology—such a trivial price for a crime she didn't commit.

Her pulse remained steady, her voice calm. "I didn't hit Victoria. She hit me. If anyone should apologize, it's her."

Alexander stiffened, incredulous. "The evidence contradicts you. Are you really going to deny it?"