Chapter 1128 - 1120: The Real Culprit Emerges 5

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1120: The Real Culprit Emerges 5

Madmen cannot discern right from wrong; to them, it’s just another chasing game.

"That depends on what the next task is... cough, cough..." The woman coughed and then saw the madman with blood on his head: "Alex, what happened, how did you get hurt? Didn’t I tell you to stay safe? We don’t have money to see a doctor!"

The madman didn’t care about his wound, shaking his head: "It’s nothing, I’m fine, I don’t need to see a doctor. Mom, has your health improved?"

"Not dead yet!" The woman coughed as she took a band-aid out of the drawer: "Come here, I’ll put it on for you."

The madman smiled, ran over, sat in front of her, and lowered his head.

The woman put the band-aid on his wound.

"Mom, for you, I checked the calendar, today is Mother’s Day, Happy Mother’s Day!"

Unwearied, the madman offered the wildflowers he had picked to his mother.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door, the woman, cautious as ever, immediately looked toward the entrance.

Tiana Thorne happened to be standing at the doorway, scrutinizing the woman lying in bed.

The woman was very surprised, with fear surfacing in her eyes, perhaps not expecting Tiana to find her this quickly.

She smacked the madman’s hand away and exclaimed in agitation: "Who’s your mom? I don’t have a useless son like you, get out, get out!"

Violent coughing.

Flowers scattered all over the ground, the madman was deeply hurt, eyes red, but couldn’t care about his own wound, first helping the woman breathe smoothly: "Mom, are you okay, you don’t like flowers, we won’t have them, Alex, get you the medicine!"

"Motherly love?"

Tiana Thorne looked at this scene and said mockingly.

The woman lying half-dead in bed was the widow who drugged Seth Thorne.

Unexpectedly, she had a mad son.

Moreover, despite being mad, the son listened to his mother very well.

"Who are you people, how did you get into my house, I don’t welcome you, you get out quickly!" The widow was very agitated, completely different from the docility after lying low at the Thorne family for so many days.

Perhaps with her throat throttled by fate, the widow’s face now looked haggard, as if seriously ill.

She didn’t want to be bound by the current situation, wanted to break free, but couldn’t, becoming extreme, irritable, and unreasonable.

Indeed, being in a state of poverty and unable to break free, she had become somewhat dark due to pressure.

The widow was the best example.

Unable to break through the darkness, giving up on herself.

But Tiana was not a philanthropist; she wouldn’t pity their destitute family at the expense of forgetting her main objective: "Did you drug and harm my father?"

"I don’t understand what you’re saying." The widow’s expression was dazed, flustered.

The widow wouldn’t say a thing, keeping her mouth tightly shut.

Since that was so, Tiana didn’t ask further, her men quickly stepped forward to seize them.

The madman protected his mother, resisting: "What are you doing, don’t touch my mom, you bad people!"

Tiana looked at the madman, calmly saying: "Alex, do you know you’re helping your mother kill someone?"

The madman appeared flustered, shaking his head: "I’m playing a game, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m playing bumper cars, mom said, if I play bumper cars well, she’d reward me."

"Reward me; mom loves me, I want mom to like me, I’m not a madman, I’m not mad, I didn’t curse my parents to death!"

Alex was emotionally stirred, eyes red all around, blocking them from getting near the widow.

This room was incredibly dark, the walls had peeled off a layer of grey, the space was narrow, suffocating, with nothing but a wooden plank bed, a table, and two chairs.

Simple, revealing the scent of poverty.