The Mafia Don Rejected Her… Then Learned She Was Dying Chapter 06
I turned instinctively.
The moment I saw him, I froze.
Alexander looked nothing like himself.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Dark stubble shadowed his jaw.
A vivid red mark still stained his left cheek.
“…Alexander?”
His throat bobbed.
When he finally spoke, his voice sounded strained.
“Why did you leave without telling me?”
The emotion behind the question was impossible
to decipher.
Anger.
Fear.
Pain.
Maybe all three.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
I lowered my gaze.
“I’m sorry.”
My voice came out barely above a whisper.
“How did you even find me?”
His eyes dropped to the hospital bracelet around
my wrist.
“I know everything.”
My heart skipped.
Then he asked quietly,
“What did the doctors say?”
The carefulness in his tone made my chest ache.
There was no point hiding it anymore.
“Professor Strucker wants to try a new targeted
therapy combined with radiation treatment for the
brain lesions.”
He immediately asked,
“Will it work?”
I hesitated.
“It’s the best option available right now.”
Then I forced a smile.
“But there are risks.”
“About fifty–fifty.”
His brows knitted together.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he spoke.
“I’m staying.”
The statement left no room for debate.
“I’ll be here for your treatment.”
He glanced around.
“Where are you living? I’ll take you home.”
The implication was obvious.
He expected me to move in with him.
“She already has a place.”
Another voice interrupted.
Felix appeared beside us carrying a mug of hot
milk.
He handed it to me.
“Drink it while it’s warm.”
Felix was the translator and personal assistant
assigned to me by Professor Strucker’s team.
For the past several weeks, I’d been staying in the
guest room of his apartment.
Alexander’s eyes narrowed immediately.
The temperature around him seemed to drop.
“And you are?”
“Felix.”
The younger man remained completely calm.
“I’m her assistant.”
Alexander stepped subtly between us.
His posture instantly turned possessive.
“You’ve done enough.”
His gaze never left Felix.
“I’ll take care of Serafina from here.”
Felix ignored him and looked at me instead.
A silent question.
I nodded.
Only then did he turn away.
“If you need anything, call me.”
A moment later, he disappeared down the path.
Alexander’s expression finally eased.
A little.
He opened the passenger door.
“Get in.”
As the car pulled onto the road, silence settled
between us.
Then Alexander spoke.
“How did he end up here?”
His tone sounded casual.
Too casual.
“The hospital assigned him to me.”
I wrapped my hands around the warm cup.
“He’s been incredibly helpful.”
“Replace him.”
Alexander leaned across me to fasten my
seatbelt.
The familiar scent of him filled the confined
space.
“You won’t need him anymore.”
The click of the buckle echoed softly.
“I’ll be with you through every treatment.”
I stared out the window instead of answering.
The streets of Zurich blurred past.
Several minutes passed.
Then Alexander spoke again.
“You don’t want to?”
His voice sounded unusually clear in the enclosed
car.
I nodded.
“If things are busy back home…”
His grip tightened around the steering wheel.
Immediately.
The stubbornness I knew so well returned.
“I already told you.”
His voice hardened.
“I’m staying.”
A pause.
“You’re getting through this.”
“We’re going home together.”
The words had barely left his mouth when
disaster struck.
A truck several cars ahead suffered a catastrophic
tire blowout.
The vehicle lurched violently sideways.
Directly into our lane.
Alexander slammed on the brakes.
At the exact same moment, another vehicle.
rear–ended us from behind.
The impact launched us forward.
“Serafina!”
His voice was sharp.
Urgent.
“Don’t move!”
A metallic click followed.
The sound of a seatbelt releasing.
Then everything exploded.
Screaming metal.
Shattering glass.
The deafening roar of collision.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
The car shook violently.
Something massive crashed onto the roof.
Then silence.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.
Alexander was draped over me.
Shielding me with his body.
Protecting me from the full force of the impact.
His seatbelt was gone.
The entire passenger–side windshield had
shattered.
Twisted steel rods had punched through the
cabin.
Only inches from where I sat.
My blood turned cold.
Alexander coughed.
A mouthful of blood spilled onto my shirt.
“Alexander!”
My voice shook as I reached for my phone and dialed emergency services.
He didn’t answer.
His consciousness was fading.
But the arm wrapped around me never loosened.
Not once.
It took rescue workers nearly twenty minutes to
cut him free from the wreckage.
At the hospital, Alexander was rushed straight into
surgery.
While I waited outside the operating room, his
phone began vibrating nonstop.
After a moment’s hesitation, I answered.
The furious voice on the other end exploded
instantly.
“Alexander! Are you trying to give me a heart
attack? Get your ass back here right now,
apologize to Elena, and finish the damn wedding!”
I froze.
Then spoke cautiously.
“Mr. Foster?”
Silence.
Long and heavy.
When the Don finally spoke again, his voice was
ice–cold.
“Serafina.”
A dangerous pause followed.
“Alexander’s with you?”
The anger beneath his words was unmistakable.
“What exactly is he to you?”
His tone sharpened.
“A brother?”
“Or the man you can’t let go of?”
I inhaled slowly.
Then answered.
“He will always be my brother.”
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
“What we have is family.”
The Don didn’t sound convinced.
“If that’s true, then convince him to come home
and marry Elena.”
I lowered my eyes.
“Okay.”
My voice was soft.
“I will.”
