Chapter 243 Childishness
"You knew William Bennett long before, yet you told me you met at school. Isn't that lying to me?"
"I…" Ava Anderson was at a loss for words. How many more times did he want to bring up this topic?
"Alexander Mitchell, do you always have to be so damn harsh?" Ava Anderson challenged him, her voice tinged with frustration.
"Is it me being harsh, or are you lying? Didn't you confess that you were hooking up with him already? You said it yourself; I'm not making this up!" Alexander shot back, his tone accusatory and unwavering.
Ava fell silent. True, in a moment of anger, she had let slip that she and William Bennett were an item. But it was just something said in the heat of the moment, driven by anger, not the reality.
Rising from the edge of the bed, Ava faced him, "So what you're saying is, all that stuff you told Grandma wasn't actually how you felt?"
"Exactly. I just said that to appease Grandma, taking all the blame so she wouldn't think I'm a complete jerk. And what do I get for it? She still gave me a good thrashing. If I'd known, I wouldn't have bothered. Wasted my time and got beaten for it. Total bad luck!" His tone was one of palpable impatience.
Ava clenched her fists, recalling the stir of emotions when Grandma had relayed Alexander's words. Despite their frequent arguments, she knew Alexander's true feelings; he just lacked a filter when mad.
Now, however, it was clear to her: Alexander's heartfelt confession to Grandma had been a facade.
Well, it didn't matter now. They were divorced. Why should she care what Alexander Mitchell felt or thought?
She sighed, "I was overthinking it, but this is probably for the best. We're divorced now, after all."
In this world, things didn't always end well.
Things fall apart not because everything's great but because too much went wrong. It's hard enough to get along, let alone part on good terms.
"Don't worry, I'll move out soon enough," Alexander said abruptly. "The house is yours."
"No need," Ava replied evenly. "You can stay here. I won't be. I'm leaving you to your healing."
She didn't want another argument with Alexander.
"And where will you go?" he inquired, a hint of curiosity breaking through his indifference.
"Don't worry about me. I've got plenty of places to go. You gave me five percent of the shares, and there's enough money in my account. I'll manage just fine." She tried to reassure him, though it felt unnecessary.
Alexander let out a cold laugh. "Who’s worried? I was just asking."
Ava glanced at him, her eyes reflecting a resigned understanding. "Right, my mistake again. Isabella Harrington is the only one you'd worry about. Everyone else is inconsequential."
As Ava turned to leave, a sudden muffled groan from the bed caught her attention.
She paused in her tracks, turned her head, and saw Alexander Mitchell seemingly trembling. A shock went through her, and she hurriedly turned back to the bedside with a look of concern. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine, it's none of your business. Weren't you leaving?" Grasping the sheets tightly, she struggled to sit up, her face pale and frightening.
"That's not okay, you need to go to the hospital." Ava Anderson voiced her worry, "In your condition, if the wound gets infected, what then? Let's go to the hospital, okay? I'll take you."
"You said we were divorced, right? Why do you still care about me?" He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Alexander Mitchell, even if it were a stranger, I wouldn't just stand by and do nothing. To tell you the truth, there are plenty of people who can look after you. If you really don't need me, I'll leave."
She knew that with her being there, his wounds wouldn't heal. Maybe seeing her would make him even angrier, which could be worse for his injuries.
Seeing Alexander Mitchell silent, Ava Anderson turned around to leave.
