Rebirth to take revenge
Chapter 140: Smiths

Chapter 140: Smiths

Upon seeing the scene, Claire’s face turned pale instantly. What on earth was going on? How did the reporters get in, and why didn’t she know about it? Claire’s mind raced with questions, but the reporters gave her no time to think as they blocked her path back to the ward. They swarmed around her, thrusting microphones almost into her face.

"Miss Claire, what is your relationship with Mr. Josh?"

"Miss Claire, why were you injured?"

"We heard that Mr. Josh from the Greg family donated blood to save your life. Is this true?"

"Miss Claire, you and Mr. Josh..."

"As Mrs. Miller, are you still involved with Mr. Josh? Does Mr. Miller know about this?"

The reporters’ relentless questions closed in on her, forcing Claire to step back until she had nowhere left to go. Her beautiful eyes blazed with anger and frustration as she looked at the reporters, her voice trembling slightly as she managed, "You...you bunch of fools..."

"Miss Claire, did Mr. Josh save you out of sympathy? Do you think he’s fallen in love with you?"

"Why did Mr. Josh help you?"

Surrounded by the press, Claire’s heart felt like it was pounding in her throat.

"Stop!"

At that moment, Claire heard an angry shout, followed by a powerful, imposing figure cutting through the crowd.

Looking up, she saw a tall, imposing man standing beside her. His sharp gaze was fixed on the reporters in front of him. Dressed in black, he emitted a chilling aura that made the crowd hesitate.

"Get lost!" Josh commanded coldly, his voice low and icy.

The reporters, intimidated by Josh’s icy tone, stepped back.

"Mr. Josh...we just..." one reporter stammered.

"Get lost!" Josh repeated, even colder this time.

Hearing Josh’s words, the reporters quickly retreated, not daring to stay any longer.

After they left, Josh turned his gaze back to Claire. Her face turned pale, and she stammered, "J-Josh, you..."

Josh remained silent, staring coldly at her, making it impossible for her to meet his gaze.

After a few tense moments, he finally withdrew his gaze, turned around, and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Claire called out.

Josh paused, turning back with an expressionless face. "Do you need something?"

"Can we talk?" she asked hesitantly.

Josh’s eyes narrowed, his gaze suddenly cautious. "Talk about what?"

"About you and Lucy," Claire said, her face flushing as she took a deep breath to gather her courage.

Josh chuckled, a hint of warning in his gaze. "You think I’d discuss Lucy with you?"

Claire was momentarily speechless, taken aback by his sharp response.

She glared at him, anger flaring. But she managed to calm herself, trying to keep her tone even. "I know you’re trying to help me, but I think Lucy may have misunderstood things."

"Misunderstood?" Josh raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You think Lucy has misinterpreted our relationship?"

"Yes. Your help for me is only based on our family ties. There’s nothing more to it than that!" Claire said through gritted teeth.

"Oh?" Josh looked at her, still amused. "And how can you be so sure that I don’t want to pursue you?"

Claire’s eyes widened in shock, looking up at him in disbelief. Did he just say he wanted to pursue her?

It was impossible. He only helped her because he’d found out they were related by blood. There was no way he could actually like her.

"What? Don’t believe me?" Josh asked, seemingly reading her thoughts. He sneered.

"Mr. Josh, you..."

"I just don’t want to owe a stranger any favors," Josh said curtly. Then, without another word, he strode away with long, determined strides.

Claire stood frozen, her heart racing as she tried to process his words. She wasn’t sure if he’d meant them or not. She only hoped things weren’t as bad as they seemed. Her mind was a chaotic swirl of thoughts, too unsettled to make sense of it all.

However, the scene had been captured by others, and soon, the major media outlets began to report on it. Speculation spread like wildfire, and Claire’s name suddenly became a trending topic.

Meanwhile, Alex also heard about the incident and immediately sent someone to investigate. When he saw the rumors about Claire and Josh circulating online, his face darkened with anger. "Damn it!" Alex cursed, slamming his hand down in frustration. "It must be the Smith family stirring up trouble again!"

Alex’s expression turned even more sinister. He hadn’t expected that while he was busy, the Smith family would dare to pull such dirty tricks behind his back.

"Smith family, I won’t let you get away with this!" Alex muttered through gritted teeth.

Thinking of Claire, his expression softened with concern, and he quickly pulled out his phone to call her.

"Hello..." Claire’s voice came from the other end.

Alex felt a small wave of relief. "Claire, are you doing okay?"

Claire gripped her phone tightly, her tone calm and emotionless. "I’m fine."

A faint smile appeared on Alex’s face. "I’ll be right there. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything."

"Mm," Claire responded softly.

"Claire, I miss you so much," Alex said gently.

"I miss you too."

Hearing Claire’s soft, obedient voice, Alex’s smile deepened slightly.

Curving into a joyful smile, Alex said, "I’ll come find you right away!" After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Young Master!" The driver looked at Alex, surprised by the rare smile replacing his usual gloomy expression, and couldn’t help but ask.

Alex smiled and shook his head. "Let’s go find Claire now."

"Okay, Young Master."

Alex sat in the car and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, the driver spoke respectfully. "Young Master, we’ve arrived."

Alex opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was already 6:30 in the evening, and the sky was gradually darkening as the lights began to glow.

"Young Master, you go in first. I’ll wait for you in the car," the driver reminded him.

Alex nodded and got out of the car. However, as soon as he stepped out, he was surrounded by a group of reporters.

"Mr. Miller, we heard that your wife was saved by a blood transfusion from the CEO of the Greg family. Why do you think Ms. Greg would donate blood for her?"

"Mr. Miller, earlier at the hospital, Mr. Josh seemed to confess his feelings to your wife. What are your thoughts on that?"

"Mr. Miller, what is your opinion on this matter?"

The reporters fired one tricky question after another.

Facing the barrage of questions, Alex remained calm and composed. "I’m sorry, everyone. My wife is not feeling well, so I came to see her today," he said politely with a slight smile. His tone was courteous, yet a hint of distance lingered.

The reporters, feeling the unspoken distance from Alex, focused their cameras on him. "Mr. Miller, you’ve been married to your wife for three years. Why don’t you have any children?"

"Mr. Miller, what kind of woman do you think your wife is?"

"May we ask if you have any feelings for her?"

Despite the questions, Alex maintained his elegant smile and calm demeanor, making it hard for the reporters to read him. Yet, they were unwilling to back down.

"Mr. Miller, if you and your wife cannot have a healthy and intelligent baby, what would you do?"

In response to their aggressive questioning, Alex smiled and replied, "I love my wife very much, so any child she brings into this world will be my treasure!"

As soon as Alex said this, the crowd burst into laughter.

"Wow, Mr. Miller, you really dote on your wife. A man like that is rare in this world!"

"That’s right. Not only does he love his wife, but he’s also such a doting husband. Such a lucky woman!"

Hearing their chatter, Alex became impatient. He didn’t want to listen to their meaningless questions any longer, so he walked straight into the hospital, ignoring the reporters’ noise.

"Mr. Miller!" one of them shouted. "Why doesn’t your wife seem to like you, even though you’re so outstanding?"

Alex frowned, paused, then turned around, staring icily at the reporter. The reporter flinched, instinctively stepping back.

"Who did you say doesn’t like me?" Alex raised an eyebrow, enunciating each word.

"Mr. Miller, I...I didn’t mean anyone specifically..." the reporter stammered, clearly intimidated.

Alex’s gaze swept over the reporters as he snorted coldly. "It seems the reporters from the Smith family have been declining in quality."

"I’m sorry... Mr. Miller, we didn’t mean to offend..." the reporter said, visibly shaken.

"What are you still doing here?" Alex glared at the reporter and said, "Get out of here!"

"Oh... okay."

The reporter quickly apologized and hurried away, as did the other reporters, who sensed Alex’s anger rising.

Just as Alex was about to enter the hospital, a black Rolls-Royce suddenly pulled up, blocking his path. He frowned slightly, clearly displeased as he looked at the person stepping out of the car.

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