Chapter 110: Memories and work...
Just as Angel abruptly walked away in the middle of the conversation, Alex and Blossom shifted their attention elsewhere, heading toward another group engaged in lively discussion.
The moment they joined the conversation, laughter rippled through the air, blending seamlessly with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of background music.
However, in an instant, the atmosphere shifted—Alex’s expression contorted in discomfort, his breath hitching as he instinctively clutched his chest.
A low, guttural growl escaped his lips, and before anyone could react, the delicate wine glass slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the floor with a sharp, piercing shatter that silenced the entire room.
Every head turned toward him in alarm, eyes widening as they took in the sight of Alex struggling to steady himself.
The sudden commotion reached Tryson’s ears, and the moment he spotted Alex’s distress, he wasted no time, making his way through the crowd and calling out his name with formal urgency.
"Mr. Alex!" His voice carried a mix of concern and authority.
Without hesitation, a few guests scrambled to arrange a seat for Alex, guiding him down gently.
Among the attendees, a doctor stepped forward, swiftly kneeling beside him to assess his condition.
With practiced efficiency, she removed the mask he had been wearing, checking his vitals as a hush fell over the gathering.
As Alex sat there, catching his breath, his gaze flickered toward Tryson, noticing the deep worry etched across his face.