Chapter 703 Peaceful Years
"Okay, Grandma, I get it."
"Good, as long as you understand. I'll let you get back to your work now." Scarlett sounded satisfied.
"Goodbye, Grandma."
Alexander hung up, feeling empty.
He slumped against the headboard, eyes staring blankly. His mind wandered.
'Everyone in the Mitchell family cares so much about Ava.'
'But I care about her too.'
'She just doesn't care about me.'
'She cares about everyone except me.'
'I messed up. I lost her.'
'Now I'm dealing with the fallout. What right do I have to complain?'
'To Ava, I'm just a hateful ex-husband, someone she can ditch when things get tough.'
'Our ten years together mean nothing compared to her few months with William.'
'That's the difference.'
'She must have fallen for him, or she wouldn't have made that choice.'
'It makes sense. William's her husband now, not me.'
'William's a jerk, but he loves her for real. He'll take care of her.'
'What good am I now?'
Alexander looked at the sunlight streaming through the window and closed his eyes, feeling its warmth.
It was really warm.
He threw off the covers, got out of bed, and stumbled toward the light, reaching the window.
He opened it, lifted his head, and slowly opened his eyes.
The sun was bright, the scenery beautiful. Tall trees swayed gently in the breeze, leaves falling gracefully, unhurried and calm.
The whole world seemed so peaceful, a picture of tranquility.
Despite the beauty outside, Alexander felt utterly heartbroken.
He stepped onto the windowsill, looking down at the view.
His tall frame swayed unsteadily, his mind filled with dark thoughts.
'It's really beautiful. If I die here, it won't be so bad.'
'Since Ava hates me so much and wants me gone, maybe this will make her happy.'
'There are plenty of people who will take care of her.'
'She doesn't need me anymore.'
'I messed up everything. What's the point of living?'
Alexander stood on the windowsill for several minutes, reminiscing about the past, recalling the moments he had shared with Ava over the past ten years.
They had been through so much together, each memory precious.
He would hold her hand and take her hiking, and when she got tired, he would carry her.
He would take her to see the ocean, and she would doze off in his arms, feeling the comfort of the sea breeze on her skin.
He wouldn't move an inch. Even if his body went numb, he wouldn't dare wake her.
"Alexander, what kind of girl do you like?"
That year, Ava was fifteen.
They were sitting on the rooftop watching the sunset.
That day, the sky was exceptionally beautiful, the light shining on the earth, Ava's youthful face bathed in a layer of orange-red sunlight, dazzling and radiant.
She looked at him, a bit shy as she asked the question.
Alexander opened a bag of chips for her and stuffed one into her mouth.
"Why do you care what kind of girl I like? Are you planning to introduce me to someone?" he asked.
Ava took a bite of the chip and mumbled softly, "No, I just wanted to ask."
Alexander turned the tables. "When you ask someone a question, you should start by talking about yourself. What kind of boy do you like?"
At this, Ava's face turned red.
