Chapter 108 Unconditional Faith in Mommy
Max spoke tentatively, "Mommy, you fell from a very high place and almost died. Liam saved you."
A very high place? Grace's pupils contracted as fragmented memories suddenly surfaced.
In her hazy thoughts, she remembered the final scene before losing consciousness—a woman pushing her down ruthlessly.
Max furrowed his brow, seeing that Grace seemed to finally remember something. Both nervous and excited, he asked, "Mommy, do you remember what happened?"
Grace spoke in a daze, "I was pushed down by a woman... That woman's name was..." Her breathing became rapid, and layers of condensation fogged up her oxygen mask.
She couldn't remember that woman's name.
Max was clever enough to pick up where she left off, "Was it Emily?"
That name was like a key, unlocking a tightly sealed door.
Grace looked at Max and nodded heavily. "It was her. She told me she had thrown both you and Liam down, then lured me to the edge of the platform and pushed me off."
After speaking, she seemed drained of all energy, closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually steadied.
Max thought she had fallen asleep again when suddenly Grace's pale lips parted, "Max, you and Liam are both okay, right?" She felt a sense of comfort in her heart—seeing that Liam and Max were safe made her feel completely at peace.
Hearing this, Max's nose suddenly stung with emotion.
Mommy had suffered such severe injuries and nearly died. Now lying in bed, unable to move, her first thought upon waking was to confirm his and Liam's safety.
"Silly Mommy..." Max murmured with a heavy heart. "Liam and I are fine, but you almost died."
He hugged Grace carefully. "I almost lost my mommy."
He felt an inexplicable fear—terror at how close he'd come to losing Mommy. Yet he had to control his emotions, afraid that holding her even slightly tighter might hurt her.
Grace smiled weakly. "But Mommy's fine now, isn't she?"
Max said angrily, "Mommy almost had to have her arm amputated!" If it weren't for Liam...
Damn it!
He suddenly regretted his restraint. That Emily deserved to die a thousand deaths and it still wouldn't be enough!
He should have thrown Emily from a high place, letting her experience the same despair, helplessness, and fear of death from falling.
How could Alexander be involved with such a terrible woman?
Was he really that blind? Couldn't he see this vicious woman's true nature?
He'd even wanted to marry Emily and make her Liam's stepmother. If they'd actually gotten married, Liam would definitely have been tormented to death by that stepmother.
Thinking of this, Max suddenly turned to look at Alexander. He'd thought Alexander was still asleep, but unbeknownst to him, Alexander had been awakened the moment Grace spoke her first word.
The man stood beside the bed, tall and imposing, his face cold and grim. Perhaps Grace's accusation against Emily had left him unable to process what he'd heard.
Max said, "You're awake?" He was somewhat startled by Alexander's expression.
Alexander replied, "I wasn't sleeping deeply."
Max accused him, "Then you heard everything? My mommy was pushed down by that woman!"
Alexander's brow furrowed slightly.
This accusation somewhat shattered his understanding of reality.
He couldn't believe it, didn't dare believe it—that the girl he'd cherished since childhood could do such a thing.
Alexander looked at Grace and asked, "Are you certain?"
Max's eyes widened in disbelief, "You don't believe my mommy's words? You're questioning what she said?"
Alexander stated, "One-sided testimony isn't sufficient evidence. When Emily wakes up, we'll confront her face-to-face. I need concrete proof before reaching any conclusion."
Max felt a wave of disappointment.
This concerned Mommy's life—this was his principle.
Alexander didn't believe Mommy's words, and all the goodwill Max had accumulated toward him completely evaporated.
Certainly, he understood that Alexander was rational and level-headed, but he disliked this kind of rationality—even found it somewhat repulsive.
Alexander continued, "Your mommy hasn't fully regained consciousness yet. Her mind isn't clear; perhaps her memories are confused." Previously, when he'd been bedridden for over two years and first awakened, he too had experienced memory confusion.
He couldn't remember dates or why he'd been injured. Only after a long time did his memories gradually return, piece by piece.
He wanted to wait until Grace was completely lucid before having her recall and confirm everything again.
Max demanded, "You mean my mommy is lying to you?"
Alexander replied, "I don't mean that."
Max retorted, "That's exactly what you mean!" He turned around, glaring at Alexander with fierce eyes. "You're just protecting that woman, refusing to believe she pushed my mommy down, trying to kill her! You're defending her!"
Alexander was somewhat surprised. Max had always been calm and composed—he'd never seen such a loss of control from this child.
He approached Grace's bedside, wanting to feel her forehead to check for fever. But Max stepped forward and swatted his hand away forcefully. "Don't touch my mother!"
Alexander's hand froze mid-air as he sensed Max's tremendous hostility toward him.
"I don't expect you to believe my mommy, but that woman almost killed her. If you dare protect her, we're sworn enemies."
Max raised his hand, pointing toward the door. "Get out. I don't want to see you."
Grace grabbed Max's hand. "Max..." She had little strength in her hand, but seeing Max so angry made her both heartbroken and helpless.
Watching this father and son turn against each other, seeing such hatred in Max's eyes—such an expression shouldn't appear in Max's eyes.
But Max completely ignored Grace's intervention, pointing at the door and commanding Alexander, "Get out!"
Alexander knew Max was furious, absolutely livid. He also knew that every second he stayed would only anger Max further.
"I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If she really did push your mommy down, I'll give your mommy justice."
After speaking, Alexander glanced at Grace, taking in her pale, haggard face, completely drained of color, then turned and walked out of the hospital room.
Max went over and closed the door.
Grace said, "Max, don't be so angry. It's natural for him to defend that woman."
From Alexander's perspective, he wasn't Max, he wasn't her closest person—why should he believe her one-sided story?
Alexander had always been cautious and rational, wanting to understand facts objectively. There was nothing wrong with that.
Although she felt hurt inside, she also understood.
Perhaps it was because he had no feelings for her whatsoever. Without any emotional connection, on what basis could he trust her unconditionally?
He approached her only because Liam liked her. He loved Liam, so he extended that care to her by association.
Max bit his lip tightly, stubbornly forcing back the bitter tears threatening to fall.
Why did he feel so wronged too?