Chapter 775 Deeply Remorseful

These questions were tearing Mia apart.

She couldn't explain them to Alexander, so she avoided him, leaving him without her care.

And his dad didn't care about him either.

Alexander had it rough.

Both her sons did.

Mia endured ten years of torment and George's cheating.

She wanted a divorce many times, but it never happened until George left with nothing, and his mistress ran off scared.

Then, George realized he'd been duped by his mistress. Feeling guilty, he wanted to make up and apologize to Mia.

But Mia was over him. She insisted on a divorce, but George shamelessly refused, clinging to her and giving her no peace.

He even threatened that even if they divorced, he'd still cling to her.

Eventually, Mia got tired. She stopped pushing for a divorce, but they lived separately.

After ten years, George finally realized how much he'd hurt his wife and son.

He wanted to make amends, but how could he?

It's been ten years; it's not about the time, but the scars he left.

The damage was deep and unforgettable.

Alexander lacked a father's love, and Mia had no love from her husband. Their family was already broken. How could George's apology or sudden regret fix that?

Not all mistakes can be forgiven.

Mia wouldn't forgive Dalton or George.

But she knew she let her sons down too.

Though George and Dalton were to blame, she couldn't escape responsibility either.

Dalton took her child and lied that he was dead. She shouldn't have believed him so easily.

If she hadn't, she might not have missed so many years with William.

George cheated, emotionally abusedher, and neglected their son.

But even if George didn't care about Alexander, Alexander still had her.

She could have loved him more, but she didn't.

Because of her pain and fear of facing Alexander's questions, she chose to avoid and neglect him.

Mia felt she wasn't a good mother. Guilt and self-blame consumed her, making her desperate and in pain.

Someone knocked on Mia's car door.

She heard it, looked up, wiped her tears, and slowly rolled down the window.

She saw a man in a black uniform outside. "What's up?"

"Ma'am, are you leaving? We're waiting for a parking spot."

Mia saw a black bulletproof car nearby.

Ordinary people wouldn't drive such a car; only those with high status would need that level of protection.

She looked at the license plate and felt a tightness in her chest.

'Even the wealthy might not get such a plate,' she thought.

The car's black body and windows made it impossible to see inside, and she wasn't interested in knowing who was in it.

She was ready to leave, but when she turned the key, her car's engine sputtered and stopped.

She tried several times but couldn't start it.