Alexander stood with a broken and lost Beatrix clinging to him, unable to console her. Her dad’s sudden demise had left all of them shattered. They hadn’t expected this at all. A million thoughts flitted across his mind at seeing the lost look on her face. What would he do now? Did Desmond Rotterdam leave a will? Would he be able to continue to manage the business without marrying Beatrix? Would his parents force him to marry Beatrix?
His mom came forward and led Beatrix towards a seat. They were waiting for the hospital's post-mortem formalities. “Why don’t you go home? I’ll handle everything here,” suggested Alexander upon seeing Beatrix’s condition.
“No, I can’t leave dad and go,” whispered a dazed Beatrix, unable to cope with her loss. After her mom's death, it was her dad who had b
