Sebastian set down the elegant bento box on the bedside table, his posture relaxed yet commanding as he dismissed the tense atmosphere with effortless grace.

"Celeste, I assumed you hadn't eaten yet. I brought you breakfast," Sebastian said, his voice warm but edged with quiet authority.

"Thank you, Mr. Kingsley," Amy murmured, her fingers brushing the edge of the container.

Nathan's scoff cut through the room like a blade. "How touching. Not even divorced from Alexander, and already cozying up to another man? At least have the decency to wait until you're single before flaunting your affairs."

He shot a glance at Alexander, who stood rigid near the door, before adding with a sneer, "Honestly, Amy, have you no self-respect?"

Sebastian didn't even acknowledge Nathan. Instead, his amused gaze locked onto Alexander. "Mr. Blackwood, regardless of your feelings for Celeste, is it really necessary to corner her with your childhood sweetheart and your best friend while she's injured and vulnerable?"

Alexander's jaw tightened, his stormy eyes darkening. "Since you're aware she's still my wife, Mr. Kingsley, why are you here at dawn, playing the devoted caretaker?"

Sebastian Kingsley, heir to Kingsley Holdings, had been a prominent figure in Newhaven's elite circles for years. Rumors swirled about his five-year-old son, Oliver, whose mother remained a mystery. The Kingsleys were a force equal to the Blackwoods, with recent whispers of expansion into Solmaris.

Sebastian met Alexander's glare with an unshaken smile. "Mr. Blackwood, if you truly cared about Celeste, wouldn't you be more concerned about her well-being—whether she's eaten, whether she's in pain—instead of parading around with Victoria, rubbing salt in her wounds?"

His voice dropped, deliberate. "If you won't take care of her, someone else will."

Nathan bristled. "We're here to demand answers from this murderer about why she deliberately ran Victoria and me over!"

Sebastian arched a brow, his tone laced with dry amusement. "You're not law enforcement. You have no right to interrogate her. If there are accusations, let the authorities handle them. Right now, Celeste needs rest. So unless you're her doctor, I suggest you leave."

Nathan's face flushed with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are, ordering us around? She nearly killed us!"

"Celeste knocked you down?" Sebastian repeated, as if hearing a particularly absurd joke. "Perhaps you should consult a physician to confirm whether a woman confined to a hospital bed—with a sprained ankle and strict orders not to bear weight—could possibly have the strength to attack anyone."

Though his words were directed at Nathan, his gaze never left Alexander. "Her injury isn't severe, but she can't walk for three days. So, Mr. Blackwood, does it seem plausible that a bedridden woman could overpower Mr. Prescott and Ms. Langley?"

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. "Unless, of course, you'd like to verify her condition with a doctor yourself."

Alexander's expression darkened, his piercing stare shifting abruptly to Nathan.