Chapter 526 Kind-Hearted
Ava nodded. "I approached you cautiously, striving to present myself in an obedient manner, fearing that any hint of disobedience would lead to your disdain. As I drew near, you gently took hold of my hand."
"You were trembling," Alexander said, "I could feel it. When I held your hand, you were shaking so much because you were so scared."
"But you didn't let go of my hand. Instead, you whispered in my ear, "Don't be afraid. You won't get hurt anymore. I will protect you." From then on, I stayed with the Mitchell family, often being with you. Wherever you went, you took me with you. When I encountered problems I couldn't solve, you patiently taught me until I understood, never showing any impatience. When I was bullied, you were always the first to stand up and drive them away. When I missed my parents, you silently stayed by my side, saying nothing, just accompanying me. When I cried myself to exhaustion, you handed me water and food. You were like my guardian angel, always there to protect me."
Alexander's gaze was exceptionally tender. When he looked at Ava, it was as if he had returned to the past, to when they were children, pure and innocent. Back then, there were no disputes, no bad things happening, only their reliance on each other.
However, as they grew up, everything changed. It became less simple and more painful.
"Ava, but your guardian angel ended up hurting you deeply. You must be very disappointed."
Alexander's gaze gradually turned painful and lost.
"Alex, I'm telling you this because I will never forget our childhood times."
"So?" Alexander still didn't understand why Ava suddenly said these things. She still needed to answer his question. Did she still think that he was responsible for the murder? Did she think he was someone who would stop at nothing?
"So, I believe you now. I believe that you didn't harm William. I also believe that you didn't kill the person who donated the heart to Isabella, because I want to believe that Alexander, who has protected me since childhood, wouldn't be a malicious person. He would help other kids when they were bullied. That kind-hearted boy would still be kind-hearted even when grown up. Even if he made mistakes, he wouldn't harm others."
Perhaps she once harbored doubts about Alexander, a manifestation of uncontrollable thoughts spurred by emotional turbulence. In moments when their perspectives were skewed, individuals inevitably entertained erratic thoughts. This often happened during poignant events under specific circumstances, yielding a loss of cognitive reins.
Inside the car was unusually quiet. Alexander's eyes were fixed on Ava who had not spoken for a long time. Finally, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Ava saw through the car window that Alexander was standing by the roadside, looking at the distant woods. He was silent for a long time, pondering. Ava unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. She walked up behind Alexander. "Alex, what's wrong?"
Alexander looked into the distance and took a deep breath. "I'm trying to stay calm."
Ava came to his side and turned her head to ask him, "Why do you say that?"
Did she say something to upset him again?
"No, you didn't upset me," Alexander said, "What you said gave me great comfort."
Ava was somewhat taken aback, surprised that Alexander could discern her innermost thoughts.
