Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire
Chapter 125: He’s Dying

Chapter 125: He’s Dying

Rain asked Rico to make a quick stop at the cafe. When she walked in, Clifford was already there waiting.

"What’s going on, Clifford? I’m actually in a hurry," Rain said, her tone urgent.

"To be honest, I was debating whether or not to tell you this, but after seeing how close you’ve become with Sir Rock, and knowing how much you care about the old man..." Clifford trailed off.

Rain smiled gently. "He’s like a father to me, Clifford, more than my real father ever was."

Clifford nodded. "Yes, that’s what I figured. So, you remember Enigma, right?"

Rain was confused by the sudden shift in topic. They had just been talking about her father-in-law, and now Clifford was bringing up Enigma—a notorious figure he’d often mentioned, a client who operated in the online black market.

"Yes, I remember. What about him?"

"He asked me to hack files linked to Doctor Lambert Russo of Meta Doctors Hospital," Clifford replied, watching Rain’s expression shift at the mention of Lambert.

"That’s my father-in-law’s private doctor and close friend," she gasped.

Clifford continued, explaining how difficult it had been to access the files. But once he did, he found something unexpected—her father-in-law’s file.

"Show me," Rain demanded, her voice tense. Her heart was pounding, knowing this could be something serious. Clifford handed her his tablet, and her hands began to tremble as she read the file.

"This can’t be..." she whispered, disbelief creeping into her voice.

"All of Enigma’s requests were related to electronics, right?" Rain asked, her voice steady as realization dawned.

"Yes, most of them involved hacking specific software and online securities. He always wanted me to test systems," Clifford explained.

The pieces started to fall into place. Every request Enigma had made to Clifford suddenly made sense—it all connected to Lancaster Electronics and Security Systems. And now, Enigma had asked for Doctor Lambert’s files, the same doctor her father-in-law had been visiting frequently.

Rain recalled a conversation where Alexander had expressed concern that his father was hiding something about his health. Alexander had even asked Tyron to discreetly double-check with the hospital.

But if her father-in-law truly wanted to keep his medical records secret, even from Alexander, it made sense that he would go to great lengths to protect them. So Alexander had no choice but to seek out the best hacker in the online black market—Chubby, her friend Clifford.

"Enigma is Alexander," she breathed, the realization hitting her.

Clifford’s eyes widened as he processed her words. "Wait... are you saying Enigma is actually Alexander?"

Rain got up from her seat, her mind racing. "I have to go, Clifford. I’ll call you later."

Without waiting for a response, she rushed to the car and instructed Rico, "Let’s go, and hurry."

She immediately dialled Alexander’s number, but it was still unreachable. Frustrated, she called Tyron instead.

"Mrs. Lancaster," Tyron answered, his tone low and weary. It was the first time because Tyron’s voice was always lively even in calls.

Rain’s heart sank. She already knew something was wrong. "Tell me where Alexander is, Tyron," she demanded, her voice sharp.

There was silence on the other end.

"Please, Tyron," she pleaded. "I need to be with him. I know something’s wrong, and he needs someone by his side right now."

After a moment, Tyron finally spoke. "He’s in the penthouse. But he might not open the door, even if you ring the bell nonstop."

"Give me his door code," Rain demanded, her patience thinning. Another silence.

"Dammit, Tyron, give me the password!" she shouted, her voice trembling with urgency.

Tyron gave her the numbers, and Rain felt an overwhelming urge to rush to Alexander. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through, and now it made sense why he chose to retreat to the penthouse.

"Thank you, Rico," she murmured before swiftly getting out of the car as it stopped. She hurried to Alexander’s penthouse, her heart pounding, and quickly entered the code on the door lock.

The door clicked open, and Rain stepped inside quietly. The dim lighting and the silence of the penthouse only heightened her worry. She scanned the room, but there was no sign of Alexander. She walked further in, her footsteps light but quick, searching for any sign of him.

"Alexander?" she called softly, her voice trembling slightly.

There was no response.

Her heart raced as she moved toward the living room, then the kitchen—still nothing. Finally, she made her way to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and Rain hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

There he was, sitting on the floor with his back at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Rain’s heart clenched at the sight of him, and without thinking, she stepped inside.

"Alexander," she whispered, walking toward him.

He didn’t move at first, but he finally raised his head when she sat beside him. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were red and clouded with tears, pain and frustration.

"Why are you here, Rain?" he asked, his voice rough and strained.

"Because I care about you," she replied, her voice firm. "And I know something is wrong. You can’t go through this alone."

For a long moment, Alexander remained silent, his gaze fixed on some distant point in the room, lost in thought. Rain resisted the urge to say anything, knowing that he needed time to process everything. She hoped he would eventually open up, but she didn’t want to push him.

Instead, she stayed close, her hand resting gently on his arm. She wanted him to feel her presence, to know that she was there for him without any pressure or expectation.

Rain’s heart ached as she watched the quiet turmoil in his eyes. She could see the weight he was carrying, the strain of trying to keep it all together. But she also knew that he didn’t have to carry it alone.

She leaned in just a little closer, her shoulder brushing against his, a silent promise that she wasn’t going anywhere. They didn’t need words right now; she wanted him to feel her support, to know that when he was ready, she would be there to listen, to share his burden.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he finally spoke. "My father has a brain tumour, Rain," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And... he’s dying."