Chapter 120 Renounce His Mother Alston looked at his mother like she was a dead person to him.
Mrs. Smith used to think she could do whatever she liked since Alston was her son. Yes, Alston was sometimes formidable, but Mrs. Smith knew he was a good man, and he yearned for his family. However, she wasnât sure what her son would do to her this time.
She took out the envelope she got this morning from her pocket and handed it to Alston excitedly, âAlston, I got it this morning, and it contained photos of Cynthia and another man. I was so mad at her that I came here to confront her. I didnât expect her to be so weak.â
Mrs. Smith lowered her voice out of guilt. Alston opened the envelope and frowned as he looked at the photos.
Mrs. Smithâs eyes lit up, âYou must be upset as well, Alston. Cynthia entered the hotel with a doctor named Dylan, and they left the hotel in an hour. What do you think they were doing in there? She was cheating on you, son. Perhaps the baby inside her belongs to that man. We canât raise this b*stard!â
âNonsense.â
A weak female voice came over.
The doctors surrounding Cynthia had already left. She was supported by Helen, pale but firm, âThere is nothing going on between Dylan and me. I didnât cheat on Alston. That man is Helenâs boyfriend. Heâs the last person I would hit on.â
After saying that, Cynthia and Helen looked at each other, and it was clear that the latter trusted the former. They held hands tightly.
Cynthia felt grateful and warm inside.
Mrs. Smith couldnât believe those two people still remained friendly with each other. She brought the photos to Helen and coaxed her, âTake a close look at those pictures. Is this your boyfriend? He and Cynthia had stayed in that hotel for an hour, and they can do anything there.â
Helen faked anger, and Mrs. Smith thought she believed it. So the latter continued triumphantly, âI heard that your boyfriend had a crush on Cynthia before. Perhaps they were a real couple a long time ago.â
Helen suddenly waved her hand violently, knocking down the photos in Mrs. Smithâs hand to the floor.
Mrs. Smith was startled to see her hand turning red. She snarled, âThis is what I got from helping you with the reality? Your boyfriend cheats on you with Cynthia. These are the evidence!â
âBah!â Helen spat at her with disgust, âYou old hag! Did you say them doing it with your own eyes? These only prove they went to a hotel together. It doesnât mean they did something unspeakable! You make everything sound so filthy.â
âHow could you be so stubborn?â Mrs. Smith picked up the photos from the ground and gave them back to Alston, âAlston, I understand why she doesnât believe me, but you have to. Iâm your mother. Iâm doing it for your sake.â
Alston gave his mother a stern look, the latter shirked away. She had no idea if her son had bought her words.
Since Alston didnât speak, Cynthia grew anxious, and then she said, âDonât you trust me, Alston?â
Alston looked at her with mixed feelings. He clenched his fists, and the veins on his hands were bulging. âTell me. Why did Dylan go to that hotel with you?â
Cynthia staggered when she heard the question. Helen almost missed her. She shouted at Alston angrily. âWhat are you saying?
How could you doubt Cynthia? Dylan had a crush on Cynthia, but that was only his. wish. You are lucky to have Cynthia now. I canât believe you distrust her like this!â
âPlease stop, Helen!â Cynthia squeezed out the words, sweat appearing on her forehead.
Helen was furious. She carefully wiped the sweat off Cynthiaâs face and said sorrowfully, âWhy are you still protecting Alston? He doesnât deserve your love, Cynthia!â
Alstonâs question really hurt Cynthia Millerâs feelings. She thought they trusted each other entirely and no one would break them up. However, it turned out her husband didnât trust her as she thought he would.
She had done everything she could to ensure everything went well between them. And now, her husband is questioning her fidelity..
Cynthia smiled coldly. âYou think I was cheating on you with Dylan just because of those photos? Iâm so disappointed in you, Alston.â
Mrs. Smith was happy to see her son doubt her daughterâinâlaw, âJust cut to the cheese, will you? If nothing is happening between Dylan and you, why donât you tell us what happened in that hotel?â
Cynthia closed her eyes and said desolately, âWe just chatted in the café for a while. You can check the camera video if you want.â
Mrs. Smith couldnât believe what she had heard. Cynthia wanted her to check the camera. Perhaps all they did was chat.
Alston relaxed a little. He went to help Cynthia, but the latter shook away, âI think we should break up for a while, and please donât come to see me during that time. I have to reâevaluate our relationship.â
Alston blinked and withdrew his hand.
Cynthia grew despair when she saw Alston withdraw his hand. She called her boss and asked for sick leave.
Then, she left with Helen.
Alston saw her walking away slowly. He restrained himself from hurrying up and holding Cynthia in his arms.
He wished he could hug her and console her. However, there was something else he had to do first.
Greg and Lloyd rushed over, only to find that the crowd had dispersed, and Alston was standing there indifferent. They took a deep breath and came over.
Greg said apologetically, âI should have come earlier. Iâm sorry, Mr. Smith.â
Alston looked at him and asked, âWhat happened?â
âMrs. Lewis and I had lunch prepared already, but...â He paused and shot Mrs. Smith an angry look, âMrs. Smith accidentally spilled all the food. So, we had to prepare again.â
Mrs. Smith avoided his look and whispered, âI didnât mean to spill it.â
Greg subdued his anger. He finally understood why Mrs. Smith had to spoil the food they made. This way, she would have enough time to come after Cynthia. But everything was too late. Cynthia got hurt anyway.
Alston glanced at his mother and said to Lloyd, âLetâs go check the camera video of that hotel.â
Mrs. Smith wanted to tag along and see if Cynthia had cheated on her son.
But Alston snapped, âNo, you must go back home and pack up your things. Greg will send you to the Brooks family later.â
Mrs. Smith couldnât believe what her son said, âAlston, Iâm your mother. How could you throw me out of the Smith family?â
She tried to pull Alstonâs clothes, but the latter grew impatient, âEnough is enough. I didnât want you to leave, for my fatherâs sake. But what have you done all these years? You humiliated and bullied Cynthia constantly.
You even tried to make her infertile.â
He lowered his head and said gloomily, âYou should be grateful I let you stand here safe and sound. From now on, you have nothing to do with the Smith family, and I renounce you as my mother. Do you understand?â
Then, Alston left. Mrs. Smith fell to the ground in a daze. She knew that her son meant it this time. She could read cruelty in his eyes. Itâs tough for her to believe that her son could renounce her.
âHow could you be so cruel? Alston.â Mrs. Smith broke into tears. Her cry was so terrible that many doctors and patients came to see her. She couldnât care less about her image, so she almost crawled to Alston and grabbed him on his pants.
Alston glanced at Lloyd, and the latter immediately knew what to do. He stepped forward to push Mrs. Smith away, âMrs. Smith, oh, sorry. I should call you Ms. Brooks. You have nothing to do with Mr. Smith now. Please leave him alone. If you dare to pester him, you will be sorry.â
âYou, how dare you!â Mrs. Smith glared at Lloyd and then looked up at Alston, who was cold and numb. Then, she snarled, âAlston Smith, I am your mother no matter what. It was I who brought you up. If you dare throw me out, I will file a lawsuit against you!â