Chapter 800 You're Overthinking
He knew something must have happened between William and Ava.
At least he was genuinely good to Ava, always there when she needed him.
Alexander thought, 'But what had William ever done for Mia? Other moms protect their kids, so why is mine like this?'
He never expected Mia to protect him. From childhood to now, he handled everything alone, never counting on his parents for help. But did Mia have to make it so obvious?
It was fine for Mia to protect Ava. What he couldn't stand was William doing nothing yet getting all of Mia's gentle affection.
Alexander couldn't tell if he was being petty or if life was just unfair. Why was everyone, even his own mom, on William's side?
Mia froze, eyes glittering with guilt and heartache. She lowered her head, silent for a long time, unsure what to say.
William was her biological son. She had missed over twenty years with him, thinking he was dead. Now, knowing he was alive, she had beaten, scolded, and humiliated him, all to protect Alexander.
But now, they were both her sons, and she couldn't choose. Whenever she mentioned William, she unconsciously showed kindness. It wasn't until Alexander asked that she realized she had hurt him. But Mia could only endure the pain and put on a calm facade.
"Alexander, you're overthinking. I'm not even close to William; I'm just worried about you and Ava," Mia said.
"Overthinking?" Alexander felt a strong sense of betrayal.
Too exhausted to argue, Alexander knew he couldn't change Mia's mind. He didn't care anymore. They could do whatever they wanted.
He turned and left. Mia felt deeply saddened, wanting to chase after him but froze, unable to muster the courage.
Late at night, Alexander lay alone in bed, staring at the ceiling. He turned, opened the drawer beside him, and took out a photograph.
The photo showed a young woman, beaming with a bright smile, full of vitality. Her smile overshadowed the scenery, lighting up the world.
Alexander gently touched her eyes, mouth, nose, and eyebrows in the photo, as if she were right there. He smiled softly, kissed her forehead in the photo, and held it tightly to his chest.
"Ava, you must be very happy abroad, right?" he said to himself.
He thought, 'Being with William, far away from me, she must be extremely happy. She doesn't want to see me anymore; she hates me. If I died, it would be a relief for her. I brought this on myself; I did something wrong. I didn't cherish her when I had her, and now I regret losing her. I'm so pathetic!'
A full bottle of pills sat on his bedside table. Alexander picked it up, caressed the label, and slowly opened the bottle. Inside were white pills.
