Chapter 49 Which Home?
Ava's gaze shifted to Scarlett. Scarlett didn't look too well. The argument between Mia and George seemed to have taken a toll on her. Worried that the couple's argument might upset her, Ava quickly said, "Dad, Mom, the food is getting cold. Let's eat quickly. I've made up my mind. I won't pursue further studies. I'll start looking for a job soon."
Mia and George glanced at her, their argument momentarily paused. Ava's decision seemed to have given them a reason to stop their bickering. They both knew their dispute was not about Ava's future. The root of their disagreement was something only the two of them understood.
Alexander picked up his wine glass and downed half of it, his eyes dark.
After that, he didn't say much. He remained quiet, while Ava chatted with Grandma. George and Mia remained silent, but there was a palpable tension between them.
Scarlett wasn't a fool. She had seen her fair share of storms and could tell something was off. But she chose not to comment.
Ava was a good girl. Scarlett believed that as long as Ava was there, the Mitchell family would be fine. Even if she wasn't around one day, Ava would be able to keep the family together.
After dinner, everyone sat together and chatted. Scarlett, feeling tired and a bit tipsy from the wine, soon felt sleepy.
Ava helped her upstairs to rest. She personally wiped her body and changed her clothes.
Even biological children might not be as attentive as Ava was. It was clear why Scarlett liked Ava so much.
Half an hour later, Ava came down to the living room and told everyone, "Grandma has gone to bed."
The clock on the wall showed it was late, indicating it was time for everyone to leave.
Mia picked up her bag and stood up. "Then I'll leave first," she said coldly.
Without a backward glance, she walked out of the house, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.
"I'll also leave," George said softly, following Mia. "I'll drive you."
"There's no need. I can drive myself," Mia refused immediately.
"But you drank wine. How can you drive?" George hadn't drunk any wine so that he could drive Mia.
"That was grape juice, not wine. George, please keep your distance," she retorted before getting into her car and driving away. The sound of her car engine revving up and fading away filled the quiet night.
It was clear to see that they were more like enemies than a couple.
George stood there for a moment with his fists clenched. His anger had no outlet, and in a fit of frustration, he kicked the tire of a nearby car, his action a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor.
In the living room, only Ava and Alexander were left. Without the others, the atmosphere between them became awkward.
"I'll drive myself home. What about you? Do you have a driver?" Ava asked.
He had drunk quite a lot and still smelled of alcohol.
"I'll drive myself," Alexander coldly said before walking outside.
Seeing him stumbling, Ava quickly followed him. "You've drunk so much; you can't drive. Grandma has a driver here. Wherever you want to go, he can drive you."
Alexander laughed coldly; he found her concern ironic. "Where else can I go so late? Of course, I'm going home."
Ava thought he was going to Isabella's...wait, when he said home, which home was he referring to? For him, Isabella's place was also his home, right?
After watching Alexander go out and open the car door to sit in the driver's seat, Ava quickly closed the car door and pulled him aside with all her strength.
