Before Danielle could react, she suddenly found herself in the warmth of someone's arms.
"Mmm—"
A muffled groan sounded in her ear—a man's voice.
It took her a moment to realize what had happened. Alexander had thrown himself between her and the charging horse, shielding her as they were both knocked two, maybe three meters away.
Millie, too, had been flung to the ground, landing even farther off.
The chaos—people and horses tangled in a mess—sent the stable staff into a panic. They rushed over to regain control.
Danielle's heart thudded in her chest. She scrambled off Alexander, only to meet his icy, storm-dark gaze as she got to her feet.
Her breath caught. Alexander was always distant, but now his eyes burned with a cold, unmistakable fury. For the first time, Danielle saw raw anger flicker in his expression.
She looked down. His shirt was torn across his arm and back, streaked with blood—enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.
She faltered, her voice barely a whisper. "You're hurt—"
But Alexander's gaze remained frigid, unreadable. He didn't answer, didn't even look at her.
Just then, a realization struck Danielle with numbing clarity.
He had saved the wrong person.
After all, she and Millie had been standing close together, both about the same height, both dressed in identical riding clothes. It was only natural that he might make a mistake in the chaos.
Of course.
Why would he ever care what happened to her?
"Mom!"
Niki and Raffy cried out at the same time.
But while Raffy ran past her, straight to Millie, Niki sprinted toward Danielle, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Mom, are you okay?" Niki sniffled, tugging at her hand.
Danielle shook her head gently. "I'm fine."
Niki glanced at Alexander, who was just rising to his feet, bracing himself on the ground. "Dad…"
A member of the staff hurried over. "Sir, ma'am, are you all right?"
Alexander ignored everyone. Without a word, he turned and walked, heavy-footed, straight toward Millie.
Danielle watched him go, a bitter smile twisting her lips.
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