Chapter 83 Let Him Make a Scene
Upon reaching the threshold, Ava was gripped by a wave of concern. "Mom," she began, her voice laced with worry, "Isabella only has one lung, and her heart is weak. If something were to happen, and Alex..."
Mia interrupted her sharply, "Just ignore her. If Alex decides to lose his temper, he can come to me. If he dares to blame you, divorce him. It's not as if the world will end."
Ava's brow furrowed, "Mom, are you alright?" She was taken aback by Mia's sudden outburst. She had never anticipated her mother-in-law to lose her composure in such a manner.
"I'm fine," Mia assured her, her voice regaining its usual calm. "Go home and rest. You need to take care of yourself now. As for Isabella, she's not as delicate as she pretends to be. I've seen many like her, always playing the victim. Such women thrive on the sympathy of men to assert their dominance."
"Mom, why did you invite us both to lunch today? Was it just to reprimand Isabella?" Ava asked, puzzled.
"I wanted to see her true colors. What is wrong with these men? They fall for such charades as if they're blind," Mia scoffed.
Ava detected a hint of bitterness in Mia's tone. Could it be that her in-laws' strained relationship was due to a similar situation? Could her father-in-law have been unfaithful? She dared not ask. It was a topic too sensitive to delve into.
"Don't worry," Mia comforted, lightly patting Ava's shoulder. "If Isabella decides to run to Alex, let her. If Alex loses his temper, let him. They refuse to listen to reason. Even if you stay out of it, Isabella won't let things rest."
Ava nodded, "Alright, I understand."
"Just remember, Ava," Mia continued, "Alex is currently blinded by Isabella, and he won't see the truth anytime soon. Let him make a scene if he must. Don't attempt to fix anything. The more you try, the more it will backfire. Once he's had his fill, the truth will inevitably surface. Who knows, he might even end up begging for your forgiveness, and then you can decide how you wish to proceed."
"Okay, Mom, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for defending me today."
"I wasn't defending you," Mia retorted coolly. "It was merely a bit of stress relief from arguing with a troublemaker. If you can't stand up for yourself, who else will?"With that, Mia instructed her driver to take Ava home, before departing on her own....
Upon returning home, Ava barely had the door open when she saw Alexander in the process of undressing. A shiver ran down her spine, and she quickly averted her gaze. "You're back already?"
"Yeah, finished everything and came home early to rest. My injury hasn't fully healed yet."
"Oh." Ava waited for him to finish dressing.
Once Alexander had slipped into his loungewear, he commented, "It's not as if you haven't seen it all before. Why are you avoiding looking?"
"We're getting divorced, aren't we? It's best not to look." Ava's heart pounded every time she saw his body, which wasn't good for the baby. The man had a physique that could easily make any woman lose control.
"I'm dressed now," Alexander said, sounding somewhat helpless.
When Ava turned around, he added, "Mom mentioned you two had lunch together."
Ava nodded, "Yes, and..."
"That's nice," Alexander interjected. "You two haven't really spent much time alone together before, right?"
Ava felt a pang of confusion. It seemed Alexander was unaware that Isabella had also been present.
"We haven't seen much of each other before. Your mom seems busy."
“Isn’t she your mom, too?” Alexander grumbled, “Why make such a distinction?”
Ava’s lips twitched, “I suppose I don't see her that often. Besides, once we’re divorced, I can’t exactly call her mom, can I? That'll be Isabella's place.”
