The moment Alexander's piercing gaze landed on Nathan, the latter's face betrayed him instantly. Nathan had never been skilled at concealing his emotions.

Alexander connected the dots immediately. His dark eyes flashed dangerously. "What exactly transpired here?"

Amy Sinclair deliberately ignored him, not even granting him a glance.

Sebastian Kingsley chuckled softly. "Celeste, what happened just now?"

While Amy could disregard Alexander, she couldn't brush off Sebastian. Exhausted by the cycle of accusations and explanations, she simply picked up her phone and tapped the screen without a word.

A video began playing, Nathan's booming voice filling the tense room.

"Amy, you murderer!"

The shaky footage showed Nathan grabbing a water glass and hurling its contents at Amy. The screen blurred momentarily as liquid splashed the camera lens.

Alexander suddenly recalled noticing Amy's slightly damp hair when he entered, along with faint water stains on the hospital sheets.

As Amy wiped her phone screen dry, Nathan's arrogant threats echoed through the room again. The video showed him advancing menacingly toward her bed.

When he reached out, Amy's foot connected sharply with his torso. Caught off guard, Nathan crashed into a nearby table, sending glasses shattering to the floor and taking Victoria down with him.

Silence descended like a heavy curtain after the video ended.

Alexander's unreadable eyes locked onto Victoria. "Victoria, is this what truly happened?"

Victoria appeared stunned, taking several seconds before nodding weakly. "Yes. Ms. Sinclair didn't push me."

"Then why didn't you clarify earlier?" Alexander's voice was deceptively calm.

Victoria's eyes reddened. "I only came to discuss the car accident with Ms. Sinclair. The fall was insignificant. I never meant to accuse her."

Indeed, Victoria had never directly blamed Amy. That accusation had come solely from Nathan.

Alexander's chiseled features darkened like gathering storm clouds. He turned to Nathan, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Apologize. Immediately."

Nathan gaped. "Excuse me?"

Alexander's gaze turned glacial. "You heard me. Apologize to Amy."

Nathan's jaw tightened. As a man, especially one dealing with his best friend's woman, this humiliation burned. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, "Amy, I'm sorry."

Amy arched one delicate eyebrow. "Pardon? I didn't quite catch that."

Nathan's face flushed with shame. He repeated louder, "Amy, I apologize."

Amy's response was icy. "Honestly, Mr. Prescott shouldn't bother." Nathan's eyes lit up with hope. "Alex, she said I don't need to—"

Before he could finish, Amy interrupted smoothly, "Because no apology from you would ever earn my forgiveness. Instead of this forced remorse, perhaps you should experience having several glasses of water thrown at you. That might prove more enlightening."

Nathan's eyes bulged with outrage. "That's going too far! You kicked me, remember?"

Amy leaned back against her pillows, the picture of calm. "You didn't consider it excessive when you drenched me. Suddenly it's a problem now? Nathan, your hypocrisy is astounding."

"I defended myself. Who knows what you might have done next? Injured and bedridden, I'm hardly a match for someone like you."