Chapter 706 No Way
They didn't want to mess with Alexander.
So, they kept their word and didn't reach out to Ava behind his back.
They felt guilty towards Alexander, so they did what he asked.
They didn't want to risk ruining their relationship with him again.
George could only try to comfort Alexander now, hoping he wouldn't do anything drastic.
A heavy silence fell between them.
Alexander didn't move, and George was too scared to, worried that any sudden action might push Alexander over the edge.
"Alexander, your grandma really wants to see you. Your mom and I have messed up, but your grandma hasn't. She may scold you, but she raised you on her own. She truly cares about you. Even if you don't care about us, think about her."
"She's old now, and if she hears something too shocking, it might be too much for her."
"Alexander, I know when hope is shattered, despair follows. But only by living can you find new hope. And you've been hurt so badly, don't you want to see the person responsible pay? Don't you want revenge?"
"Are you really willing to let this go?"
His words echoed in Alexander's mind like a curse.
Alexander shut his eyes tight and clenched his fists.
Ava's voice rang in his ears again.
"I choose Alexander to get hurt."
She chose without a second thought.
Every time he remembered those words, the pain grew, making him not want to live.
He thought, 'Does it even matter if I'm willing or not?'
'Even if Ava herself pulled the trigger, what difference does it make?'
'I'm powerless against her.'
'Everything I'm going through now is my punishment.'
Alexander turned and saw George in tears.
He looked at him silently, then slowly climbed down from the windowsill and lay back on the hospital bed.
George let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and instead of scolding him, asked, "Does your wound still hurt?"
"It hurts." Alexander's eyes were empty.
"Do you want me to call the doctor..."
"No need." Alexander cut him off, "You can leave now. I want to be alone."
'What's the point of calling the doctor? They can't heal my pain; no one can,' Alexander thought.
George nodded. "Alright. But..."
"Don't worry." Alexander seemed to read his mind. "I won't commit suicide."
George said, "I believe you."
Even though he said he believed Alexander, he didn't leave, standing there silently.
The sight of Alexander on the windowsill had really shaken him.
Alexander turned his head and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"No, nothing." George turned to leave.
He had just taken a few steps when Alexander called out, "Dad."
George immediately turned around, asking, "What's wrong?"
Alexander pointed to a plate of apples on the bedside table, "Mom cut these. You can take them and eat them."
"Why don't you eat them?"
"I don't want to. If you don't want them, just throw them away."
George walked over and took the plate. "Then you rest."
He left the room with the plate, staring at the small pieces of fruit, and sighed.
Mia had cut the fruit herself; how could he throw it away?
