My Sleeping Beauty Husband

My Sleeping Beauty Husband By Lyanna Nichols Chapter 120

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 so metimes formidable, but Mrs. Smith knew he was a good man, and he yearned for his family. However, she wasn’t 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, “Alst on, 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 didn’t expect her to be so weak.”

Mrs. Smith lowered her voice out of guilt. Alston opened the envelope and frowned as he looked at the

photos.

Mrs. Smith’s eyes lit up, “You must be upset as well, Alston. Cynthia entered the hotel with a doctor na med Dylan, and they left the hotel in an hour. What do you think they were doing in there? She was che ating on you, son. Perhaps the baby inside her belongs to that man. We can’t raise this b*stard!”

“Nonsense.”

A weak female voice came over.

The doctors surrounding Cynthia had already left. She was supported by Helen, pale but firm, “There is nothing going on between Dylan and me. I didn’t cheat on Alston. That man is Helen’s boyfriend. He’s t he last person I would hit on.”

After saying that, Cynthia and Helen looked at each other, and it was clear that the latter trusted the for mer. They held hands tightly.

Cynthia felt grateful and warm inside.

Mrs. Smith couldn’t believe those two people still remained friendly with each other. She brought the photos to Helen and coaxed her, “Take 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.”

Helen faked anger, and Mrs. Smith thought she believed it. So the latter continued triumphantly, “I hear d that your boyfriend had a crush on Cynthia before. Perhaps they were a real couple a long time ago.”

Helen suddenly waved her hand violently, knocking down the photos in Mrs. Smith’s hand to the floor.

Mrs. Smith was startled to see her hand turning red. She snarled, “This is what I got from helping you with the reality? Your boyfrie nd cheats on you with Cynthia. These are the evidence!”

“Bah!” Helen spat at her with disgust, “You old hag! Did you say them doing it with your own eyes? The se only prove they went to a hotel together. It doesn’t mean they did something unspeakable! You mak e everything

sound so filthy.”

“How could you be so stubborn?” Mrs. Smith picked up the photos from the ground and gave them bac k to Alston, “Alston, I understand why she doesn’t believe me, but you have to. I’m your mother. I’m doi ng it for

your sake.”

Alston gave his mother a stern look, the latter shirked away. She had no idea if her son had bought her

words.

Since Alston didn’t speak, Cynthia grew anxious, and then she said, “Don’t you trust me, Alston?”

Alston looked at her with mixed feelings. He clenched his fists, and the veins on his hands were bulging . “Tell me. Why did Dylan go to that hotel with you?”

Cynthia staggered when she heard the question. Helen almost missed her. She shouted at Alston angri ly. “What are you saying? How could you doubt Cynthia? Dylan had a crush on Cynthia, but that was o nly his. wish. You are lucky to have Cynthia now. I can’t believe you distrust her like this!”

“Please stop, Helen!” Cynthia squeezed out the words, sweat appearing on her forehead.

Helen was furious. She carefully wiped the sweat off Cynthia’s face and said sorrowfully, “Why are you still protecting Alston? He doesn’t deserve your love, Cynthia!”

Alston’s question really hurt Cynthia Miller’s feelings. She thought they trusted each other entirely and no one would break them up. However, it turned out her husband didn’t trust her as she thought he wou ld.

She had done everything she could to ensure everything went well between them. And now, her husba nd is questioning her fidelity..

Cynthia smiled coldly. “You think I was cheating on you with Dylan just because of those photos? I’m so

disappointed in you, Alston.”

Mrs. Smith was happy to see her son doubt her daughter–in–law, “Just cut to the cheese, will you? If nothing is

happening between Dylan and you, why don’t you tell us what happened in that hotel?”

Cynthia closed her eyes and said desolately, “We just chatted in the café for a while. You can check the

camera video if you want.”

Mrs. Smith couldn’t believe what she had heard. Cynthia wanted her to check the camera. Perhaps all t hey

did was chat.

Alston relaxed a little. He went to help Cynthia, but the latter shook away, “I think we should break up for a Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

while, and please don’t come to see me during that time. I have to re–evaluate our relationship.”

Alston blinked and withdrew his hand.

Cynthia grew despair when she saw Alston withdraw his hand. She called her boss and asked for sick l eave.

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, “I should have come earlier. I’m sorry, Mr. Smith.”

Alston looked at him and asked, “What happened?”

“Mrs. Lewis and I had lunch prepared already, but…” He paused and shot Mrs. Smith an angry look, “Mr

Mrs. Smith avoided his look and whispered, “I didn’t mean to spill it.”

Greg subdued his anger. He finally understood why Mrs. Smith had to spoil the food they made. This way, she

Alston glanced at his mother and said to Lloyd, “Let’s go check the camera video of that hotel.”

Mrs. Smith wanted to tag along and see if Cynthia had cheated on her son.

But Alston snapped, “No, you must go back home and pack up your things. Greg will send you to the Brooks family later.”

Mrs. Smith couldn’t believe what her son said, “Alston, I’m your mother. How could you throw me out of

Smith family?”

She tried to pull Alston’s clothes, but the latter grew impatient, “Enough is enough. I didn’t want you to leave,

for

my father’s sake. But what have you done all these years? You humiliated and bullied Cynthia constantl

You even tried to make her infertile.”

He lowered his head and said gloomily, “You should be grateful I let you stand here safe and sound. Fro

Then, Alston left. Mrs. Smith fell to the ground in a daze. She knew that her son meant it this time. She c

“How could you be so cruel? Alston.” Mrs. Smith broke into tears. Her cry was so terrible that many doct

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, “Mrs. Smith, oh, sorry. I should call you

leave him alone. If you dare to pester him, you will be sorry.”

“You, how dare you!” Mrs. Smith glared at Lloyd and then looked up at Alston, who was cold and numb. Then, she snarled, “Alston

me out, I will file a lawsuit against you!”