My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner-Chapter 433: What Do You Have To Say For Yourself?

"Oh look," Tracie smirked, her voice dripping with amusement. "You’re here." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Xander’s sharp eyes darted across the hospital hallway, taking in the scene before him. Blood stained the floor, and bodies of unconscious security guards littered the space. His gaze shifted to Harry. But what caught his attention the most was the woman standing over him, her hand gripping a gun pressed firmly against his head.

Xander narrowed his eyes at the scene, his expression unreadable.

"Xander, long time no see," Harry coughed, forcing a weak smirk despite the pain etched on his face.

Before he could say anything else, Tracie let out an annoyed hiss and, without hesitation, slammed the butt of the gun against the side of his head. Harry groaned, his body lurching sideways from the force before he collapsed onto his stomach.

"Took you long enough to get here," Tracie muttered, her sharp eyes never leaving Xander’s.

Xander tilted his head slightly, his expression betraying nothing. "What’s happening here? And do you know me?" His voice was calm, yet there was a slight edge to it, a hint of suspicion as he observed her.

However, Tracie ignored his question.

"Don’t think I’m done with you," she growled before driving her boot into his ribs. Harry let out a strangled yelp, his body jerking from the impact.

"Who sent you to kill Fiona?" Tracie demanded.

Harry coughed violently, spitting blood onto the white tiles, but even as he struggled to breathe, he chuckled. "I thought you were only going to ask once." His smirk widened despite the pain, the blood staining his lips only making his expression more sinister.

Tracie’s grip on the gun tightened, her fingers itching to pull the trigger, but before she could strike him again, Xander took a step forward.

His eyes darkened as he stared down at Harry. "Did you come here to kill Fiona?"

Harry didn’t respond. Instead, he tried to push himself up, but Tracie stepped down on his chest, pinning him back down.

Xander’s jaw tightened. "Was it Mr. Wallace?" he asked, his tone eerily calm. "Or Bruce?"

Tracie’s eyes flickered with slight surprise. So he already suspects them? She hadn’t expected Xander to connect the dots this quickly.

Harry let out a weak chuckle, shaking his head. "Xander, I don’t know what you’re talking about," he rasped. "I only came here to see a relative, and this woman attacked me—"

Tracie hissed in frustration. She had already figured out that Harry wouldn’t admit the truth so easily.

With an impatient sigh, she signaled for medical attention for the injured security guards. As they were carried away on stretchers, the hospital security stepped forward, suggesting that Harry be taken into custody.

But Tracie shook her head.

"I’ll handle him myself," she said coldly, her grip on her gun unwavering.

Xander barely paid attention to the scene. His mind was already elsewhere, piecing things together.

Bruce. Mr. Wallace.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides. His entire life, he had believed in their lies, trusted them. And yet, here they were, plotting behind his back.

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Meanwhile, in Radiantia, Bruce and Mr. Wallace were seated in their usual high-end club, drinks in hand. The dimly lit VIP lounge reeked of expensive whiskey and cigars as the two older men laughed, their voices slurred from intoxication.

"Now, there’s no way for Xander to find out," Mr. Wallace said, his words slurred as he poured himself another glass, his trembling hands spilling some of the liquor.

Bruce let out a deep chuckle, clinking his glass against Mr. Wallace’s. "Cheers to us," he grinned.

Just as they downed their drinks, Mr. Wallace’s phone rang. He frowned at the screen, the name Xander flashing across it.

"Xander?" he muttered, confusion flashing across his face. "It’s not every day he calls me. I’d better answer."

Bruce nodded, watching him closely.

Mr. Wallace put the phone to his ear. "Xander?"

"You lied to me."

The coldness in Xander’s voice sent an uneasy shiver down Mr. Wallace’s spine. His drunken haze began to fade almost instantly.

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Wallace forced out, sitting up straighter.

"Fiona already told me everything."

Mr. Wallace’s heart skipped a beat.

Beside him, Bruce straightened as well, his drunkenness dissipating in an instant. Mr. Wallace quickly put the call on speaker.

"To think you’d send Harry to kill her," Xander continued, his voice calm but dripping with disgust. "You truly are monsters."

Neither man spoke. But their silence was more than enough of an answer.

A smirk tugged at Xander’s lips as he spoke again, his tone mocking. "And Bruce?"

Bruce stiffened, his breath hitching. He hadn’t made a sound. How the hell had Xander known he was there?

"You shouldn’t worry about Harry," Xander continued smoothly. "I’ll be sure to bring his body back to you."

Then—BANG.

A gunshot rang through the speaker.

Bruce and Mr. Wallace flinched.

A deafening silence followed before Xander’s voice returned, deadly calm.

"Both of you had better get ready for what’s coming for you."

Then the line went dead.

Xander slipped his phone back into his pocket, his cold gaze watching as his men who were always in the shadows dragged Harry’s lifeless body toward the van.

Then, slowly, he turned to Tracie. His expression unreadable, his voice low and calm as he repeated his earlier question.

"Who are you?"

Tracie clenched her fists.

Then, without warning, she slammed her fist into his jaw.

Xander staggered back, tasting blood in his mouth.

Samantha let out a startled gasp and quickly stepped forward. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?!"

But Tracie didn’t even spare her a glance. She grabbed Xander by the collar and landed another brutal punch to his face.

"You’re seriously asking me that question?" she spat, her voice trembling with fury.

Xander wiped the blood from his lip, his eyes darkening. "You—"

"I’m the sister of the woman you killed," Tracie hissed, her voice filled with pure, unfiltered rage. "You used her. You killed her. All for what? Some pathetic revenge against Xavier?"

Xander’s breath hitched slightly.

Tracie’s hands trembled with fury. "You killed Anastasia. And now you find out Xavier didn’t kill Arabella?" She let out a bitter laugh, her voice cracking. "Tell me, Xander, what the hell do you have to say for yourself?"