And walked out of the room without once looking over her shoulder.
Magnus stood outside. His gaze flicked to her face, then away. He didn’t say a word.
Hazel immediately reached out, slipping an arm around Mia’s waist and taking her hand, steadying her as they walked back toward her room so she wouldn’t have to put weight on herinjured leg. Mia leaned slightly into her support, her steps slow but resolute.
Behind them, Magnus turned back and pushed Alexander’s door open.
Alexander spun around instantly. “Mia?” he called, hope flashing across his face as he looked past Magnus.
“She’s not coming back,” Magnus snapped coldly, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. “Stop looking for her like a kicked puppy already.”
Alexander’s jaw tightened. His lips pressed into a thin line as he turned away and started pulling the hospital shirt back on, movements sharp and irritated.
Magnus watched him, his expression hardening.
“I’m your brother,” Magnus said sharply, moving closer. “But you’d never throw yourself in front of a car for me.”
“Stop acting like a jealous mistress already,” Alexander muttered.
Magnus shot him a furious glare.
Alexander dropped onto the edge of the bed, exhaling roughly. “Did you find out who messed with Mia’s car brakes?”
Magnus moved closer now that Alexander had finally settled. He pulled out his phone and turned the screen toward him.
“This woman,” Magnus said grimly. “Some flop actress. What the fuck is she trying to do? And how is she connected to Mia?”
“Kylie fucking Brown.” Alexander’s jaw clenched hard. His eyes darkened as he stared at the photo. He shoved the phone back toward Magnus, fingers tightening into a fist. “Throw her in jail before I kill her myself.”
“Got it,” Magnus muttered. He turned to leave, then paused at the door. “I’m going now. Don’t you fucking dare try to leave the hospital again, or I’ll call Mom and make her camp here with you.”
Alexander scoffed, leaning back against the bed. “Stop interfering in my life. Don’t you have something better to do—like going on blind dates with the women that Mom arranged for you? I think she’s busy dealing with you already.”
Magnus turned sharply. “Don’t get together with her. If I hear that you and Mom arranged another bullshit marriage for me, I’ll ruin your life.”
Alexander let out a low chuckle, clearly amused.
Instead of answering, he lifted his phone and dialed Camila’s number, putting it on speaker. He leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.
“I’m so scared,” Alexander said flatly.
Magnus’s irritation deepened instantly.
“I’m serious,” Magnus snapped. “Do you know how fucking difficult it is to get rid of those women? The moment you send them to me, all they care about is my business, my money, and which country or hotel I’ll take them to. Like I’m running a goddamn kindergarten for gold diggers.”
Alexander turned his head slightly, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Is that so?” he drawled. “Then do you want Mom to introduce you to some men instead—if that’s how you roll?”
As he spoke, Alexander tilted his phone outward, angling the screen deliberately.
Magnus froze.
Camila’s furious face filled the display, her sharp eyes blazing straight at him. The color drained from Magnus’s face. His shoulders stiffened, and his mouth snapped shut as he stared at the screen.
Slowly, he pivoted, his glare cutting straight to Alexander. Fury simmered beneath his shock.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he barked. “Are you still five years old? Snitching to Mom? Really?”
“Magnus Graves!” Camila’s icy voice cut through the room.
