Chapter 1259 Heart-Wrenching Pain
After Ava pushed the two of them out, she forcefully closed the door. Then, her body went limp, and she sat on the ground, closing her eyes in pain.
"'Ava,'" William knocked on the door, "'I'm sorry.'"
"'Stop talking, just go, please? I don't want to see you right now. I need some time alone to calm down.'"
Mandy said helplessly, "'We should leave.'"
William also knew that there was no point in continuing to pester her.
He and Mandy left together.
After entering the elevator, Mandy said coldly, "'William, don't think I don't know you deliberately didn't tell her. Do you still have feelings for Ava?'"
"'Grandma, Ava and I are both adults. Whatever happens between us, you shouldn't interfere.'"
"'Ava is my granddaughter, and you are my grandson. Do you think I shouldn't interfere?'"
William turned his head and stared at her coldly, "'Grandma, Ava and I were married before. If we had really had a sexual relationship back then, what could you do about it? Besides, do you want to announce to the world that Ava is your granddaughter? Don't forget, Rodolfo's wife is still alive and well. She's not someone to be trifled with. If she finds out about Ava, what do you think will happen? Back then, didn't you force Rodolfo to marry her because of her father's position?'"
"'Enough!'" Mandy said angrily, "'What do you know about the past? You weren't even born then.'"
"'Yes, I wasn't born yet, but what you did wasn't any nobler than what I did. So, Grandma, you don't need to lecture me. It's best if you don't interfere in my matters with Ava. Otherwise, the more things escalate, the more everyone will get hurt.'"
The elevator door opened, and William walked out, not saying another word to Mandy.
Mandy followed him out, staring at William's departing figure, her brows furrowed with a sense of foreboding.
William might be even more ruthless than his father.
That evening, Eason accompanied George for lunch, but George had no appetite and sighed several times before finally putting down his chopsticks.
"'George, are you not feeling well?'"
Eason put down his chopsticks, "'Are you still worried about Mia? She'll be fine.'"
George looked dejected and deeply depressed. He glanced at Eason and then said, "'My mom died, my wife divorced me, and now this has happened. I can't convince myself not to think about these things.'"
"'Is Mia really that important to you? Are you in a lot of pain because of what happened to her?'"
"'Of course,'" George said, "'Mia is the most important person to me. I love her so much. I wish that bullet had hit me. I wish I were the one lying in that hospital bed.'"
George's eyes turned red, and hot tears welled up in his eyes.
Eason's expression seemed sympathetic, but there was a hint of calculation deep in his eyes.
"'Eason, you must have been very sad when your mother passed away, right?'"
Eason lowered his gaze, feeling very downcast. Thinking about the past, there was an indescribable sense of oppression in his eyes.
"'When my mom died, she was very thin, and the illness had tortured her beyond recognition. I held her hand, feeling its coldness, and I couldn't keep her with me.'"
Eason bit his lip and continued, "'Before my mom died, I asked her again about my father, but she refused to tell me. Who was that man? Why wouldn't she tell me even on her deathbed? I have no mother now, and I don't have a father either. I'll never be able to find him.'"
George felt a sharp pain in his heart, a strong sense of anguish, and an intense urge to tell Eason that he was his father.
"'Eason, you have me now. I'll treat you like my own son.'"
Eason gave a bitter smile, "'No matter what, you're not my biological father, and I don't know where he is now.'"
George's hand, resting on his leg, clenched into a fist, his palm sweating. He opened his mouth to say something, but the truth got stuck in his throat.
He still didn't have the courage to tell Eason the truth at this moment.
He was afraid that if Eason knew the truth, he wouldn't be able to accept it or might leave in anger, and he would never see Eason again.
"'George, my matters are in the past. Let's not talk about them. If you really can't eat, I can accompany you for a walk. We can chat and talk. I'll be here with you.'"
"'Thank you. Hearing you say that, I suddenly feel a bit of an appetite. Let's eat something first and then go for a walk.'"
Eason nodded, "'Okay.'"
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