Chapter 90 Protecting the Daughter-in-Law
Isabella had once again flirted with the idea of death—her methods were predictable, yet potent, and they had certainly shaken Alexander to his core. She was playing a dangerous game.
The capacity to inflict such drastic harm upon oneself was a testament to her unyielding spirit.
Alexander clutched her wrist with a vice-like grip, attempting to haul her towards the hospital room. Ava, however, remained immovable.
"Why are you just standing there? Get in!" he demanded.
"Unless you plan on killing me, there's no way I'm apologizing to her, Alexander. You can forget about it," Ava retorted, her defiance palpable.
"Kill you?" Alexander's voice was laced with fury. "You know I would never do that. Are you truly daring to challenge me?"
"That's right. I want to see just how far you're willing to go for Isabella!"
"Alex, is that you? Are you out there?" Isabella's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, having overheard their exchange.
Alexander’s grip on Ava tightened to the point of mottling her arm with red. "Go inside."
"I refuse to apologize — even if you drag me in there and knock my teeth out. Be careful, or I might just push her over the edge with rage."
She was as stubborn as a mule.With a hard look in his eyes that could set the world ablaze, Alexander muttered, "Ava, don't push me. I have plenty of ways to make your life difficult."
"Is that so? I'd be interested to hear how you plan to make life hard for your own wife," a cold, authoritative female voice interjected.
Both of them turned to see Mia striding over, her high heels clicking rapidly against the floor, radiating an aura of power. She reached Ava’s side, snatched her arm, and pulled her back, positioning herself as a shield. She lifted her chin defiantly towards Alexander. "The great CEO Alexander trying to intimidate his own wife for a mistress, how impressive!"
"She's not a mistress," Alexander's face contorted, his tone venomous.
"Then who's the mistress? Are you implying Ava is?" Mia shot back, her words sharp as daggers.
"Mom, don't make a scene here."
"A scene?" Mia laughed derisively. "Am I the one making a scene, or are you losing your mind? Treating your wife like this over Isabella—what were you planning on doing to her if I hadn’t shown up? Tell me!"
"Enough! I don’t want to argue with you two. This is a hospital. Don’t disturb Isabella’s rest!"
Mia burst into laughter. "You're the one who dragged Ava here and now you're concerned about disturbing Isabella's rest? That's just absurd, really."
Without warning, Mia pushed open the door to the hospital room and stormed inside.
"Mom!" Alexander rushed after her, but he was too late.Mia approached Isabella's bedside, her commanding presence filling the small room.
"Now look here," Mia challenged, looming over Isabella with an air of confrontation. "You're quite the actress, aren't you? Let's get things straight today. Alex, tell me, what did Isabella tell you about this afternoon’s incident?"
"Mom, leave." Alexander bit back his anger, tightly reining it in. If this woman weren't his mother, civility would have been long discarded.
"I'm not here to fight, don't worry. I won’t lay a finger on your precious Isabella. I’m here for the truth. Let's see," Mia mused with a smirk. "Did she tell you that Ava conspired with me to torment her, insinuating that today’s lunch was all Ava’s scheme to bully her?"
Alexander clenched his fists, his expression darkening. "Mom, stop talking."
"Why should I? We need to sort this out. No matter what Isabella told you, here's the truth – I set up the lunch, and neither Isabella nor Ava knew they would be encountering each other."
