Even among all the women in Alexander's life, Victoria Langley occupied a unique position that Samantha Reynolds could never rival. Alexander Blackwood wasn't the kind of man to let Samantha off lightly just because she was Amy's friend. In fact, he might even suspect her of orchestrating the entire incident.

After ending the call, Amy dialed a number she hadn't used in ages. The line rang several times before it was picked up.

Before she could speak, a woman's frosty voice cut through the silence. "Mr. Blackwood has just fallen asleep," the voice said, devoid of any warmth. "If you have something to say, relay it through me, and I'll pass it along."

The voice belonged to Isabella Thornton, Alexander's secretary. While she wasn't as overtly hostile as Nathan Prescott, her indifference was palpable, treating Amy with the same dismissiveness as always.

"I need to speak with Alexander," Amy said flatly. "Put him on."

"I'm afraid I can't disturb him," Isabella replied, her tone unchanging. "He spent the entire night at the hospital and only just dozed off. If it's urgent, tell me, and I'll inform him when he wakes."

Imagine needing permission from your own husband's secretary just to talk to him. The absurdity of it all was almost laughable.

Amy didn't bother responding. She simply hung up.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Victoria finally regained consciousness. Seeing Alexander standing beside her bed, tears welled in her eyes.

"Alex, you shouldn't have saved me," Victoria whispered, her voice trembling. "Ms. Sinclair's friends were right. Someone like me, who's nothing but a burden, doesn't deserve your time."

Alexander frowned. "I've already dealt with Samantha. Once you're better, she'll apologize to you."

Victoria's expression was heavy with sorrow. "Ms. Sinclair needs you too. I shouldn't be monopolizing your attention like this..."

"Alex, even though Ms. Reynolds is Ms. Sinclair's friend, I don't think she's behind this," Victoria said weakly. "She's been acting strange lately—maybe someone's manipulating her."

"Just focus on recovering," Alexander replied, his handsome face unreadable. "I'll handle Samantha, and you'll get the justice you deserve."

Unable to reach Alexander by phone, Amy decided to go to the hospital in person. As she stepped toward the elevator, a familiar voice called out to her. "Amy?"

She turned to see a charming, well-dressed man approaching. "Dominic?"

Dominic Whitmore was one of Alexander's closest friends. Unlike the others, he had never shown any romantic interest in Victoria, which meant he treated Amy with a kindness she rarely received from Alexander's circle.

"Are you here to see Victoria?" Dominic asked.

"I'm here for Alexander," Amy replied, meeting his gaze. "Do you know how Victoria is doing?"

"She's stable now—nothing life-threatening," Dominic said. "Is that why you're here?"

Amy shook her head. "Alexander took my friend because of Victoria. I need to know what they're planning."

Dominic looked surprised. "Are you sure it was Alex who took your friend?"

Amy hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I... think it was him."

"If you're not certain, then maybe there's a chance it wasn't him," Dominic suggested gently.