Chapter 255 - Not Meant to Be Born
"It's my fault, I am the most superfluous one. If I hadn't married into the Mitchell Family, none of this would have happened. I am the unnecessary one!"
Mia Thompson spun on her heel and sprinted away.
"Mia!" George Mitchell started to chase after her but then pivoted back, his finger pointed furiously at Alexander Mitchell. "Look what you've done. Your mom came out of kindness to see you, and you say she doesn't care about you? If she didn't care, she wouldn't have made the trip out here! I've made mistakes, yes, but as your father, I've gone down the wrong path, and you shouldn't follow in my footsteps. Yet, here you are, doing exactly that. Thankfully, Ava doesn't have kids, or they might end up like you, as if it were a curse!"
There was more than anger in George Mitchell's eyes—there was a twinge of sorrow and, most of all, a sense of helplessness. After he spoke, he turned and chased after Mia Thompson.
"Mia, wait for me, please wait!" George caught up to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her back. "Stop running!"
"Let go of me!" Mia struggled to break free, but George held on to her arm as if he had anticipated this.
Despite her struggles, George pulled her into his embrace and held on tight. "I won't let go!"
"You jerk, let me go, let me go!"
George clung to her. "You can hit me, yell at me, it's fine, but you can't drive yourself home in this state. Let me take you."
"I don't want your ride, I do not need your fake kindness!"
Mia looked up at him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Don't think this means I'll forgive you!"
"I don't expect your forgiveness, but no matter what, I am taking you home today!"
George knew Mia was too worked up to drive herself home.
Usually, George was quite indulgent towards Mia, almost to the point of being abjectly submissive.
But this time, he was exceptionally determined. Amid her thrashing, he picked her up and headed towards the car.
Mia hit him a few times from within his arms but eventually ran out of energy and lay quietly in his embrace.
Back in the living room, Alexander Mitchell and Ava Anderson were still standing.
Ava stared at Alexander's broad back, silent for a long time, simply standing behind him.
Suddenly, the towering figure in front of her, like a great building, tilted and collapsed with a thunderous crash to the floor.
"Ava!" Ava Anderson rushed forward, crouching down to help him up, but her small body leaned on the ground, her forehead sweating beads of sweat that fell one by one.
"Alex, get up quick, I'll help you back to bed to rest."
Alexander Mitchell sat up straight.
He took a deep breath, turned his head, and stared silently at the woman in front of him. After a long moment, his voice came out hoarse: "Am I a real jerk?"
Ava Anderson looked at him, stunned for a moment, then said, "Thank you for defending me in front of your mother."
There were many unexpected events that day.
What she least expected was Mia Thompson suddenly giving her a hard time and Alexander Mitchell standing up for her.
"It's not your fault; you shouldn't be blamed. It's all my fault. If I hadn't been born, none of this would have happened."
His dull eyes lacked any luster, like a stagnant pool.
"Don't talk like that anymore. Your existence is valuable. Don't devalue yourself," Ava Anderson said with distress.
Who would have thought that such a favored son could also have such an inferior side?
"What value?" Alexander Mitchell scoffed sarcastically. "The value of making you sad and upset?"
