Chapter 1131 - 1123: The Real Culprit Revealed 8

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1123: The Real Culprit Revealed 8

The widow came out of the operating room.

The doctor shook his head; there was no turning back.

The cancer cells had spread, and no medicine could cure it.

This was the fated ending.

In the afternoon, when the widow woke up, the first thing she did was look around, maybe not seeing Alex, she was a bit agitated.

But having always despised having a mentally ill son and feeling ashamed, she never spoke a word of looking for her son.

The human heart is a complex paradox.

Despising on one hand, unwilling to let him go on the other.

In the end, the widow seemed to resign herself to fate, lying in the hospital bed waiting to die.

She only had a path of death.

Tiana Thorne had long known her fate, she wouldn’t live past today.

But the only thing Tiana felt was unworthy was that she had a mentally ill son, and yet her son’s heart and eyes were full of his mother.

Whether it was the widow’s misfortune or her blessing was unknown.

At the critical moment of her life, the only wholehearted one was this fool.

Soon after, Alex rushed in from outside, holding a plastic box filled with tofu pudding.

Steaming as it should have been served, Alex’s hands were red from the heat, yet he couldn’t control how much his hands hurt, streaming tears and snot, naively reciting: "Mom, the tofu pudding is here, your favorite tofu pudding is here, if you eat the tofu pudding, you’ll get better!"

The doctors and nurses present did not speak, but their expressions radiated nothing but sorrow and pity.

The widow looked at Alex, her lips lightly pressed, yet she never said a word.

Alex put the plastic box on the table, took a spoon, wiped it on himself, saw that the widow was awake, and showed a satisfied smile: "Mom, open your mouth, Alex will feed you."

The widow kept staring at him, but did not scold him harshly again, instead, she opened her mouth and swallowed the tofu pudding he offered.

Alex was content: "Is it good, mom?"

The widow’s lips trembled slightly, her eyes blurred, she nodded.

Perhaps at this moment, she felt a bit of guilt towards this foolish son.

She had done too many wrong things in her life, and the retribution had landed on her child.

"That’s good, that’s good!" Alex wiped the widow’s mouth.

The people in the ward all withdrew, leaving only the mother and son.

Alex fed her the whole bowl of tofu pudding, for so many years, his interactions with the widow had been overly indifferent, but being able to peacefully and calmly be at ease, for him, it was a kind of encouragement.

He felt it was his mother’s reward, rewarding his care.

So, Alex was very happy, happy as if he could fly.

He even made funny faces to amuse the widow, vividly like a ten-year-old child.

Innocent, yet full of childlike fun.

But Alex’s childhood was nothing but dark, something he probably did not want to recall.

A fool, accompanied by the epilepsy of a mental illness, whether family or villagers, all would hold prejudice.

Looked down on him.

As a child, he didn’t have a normal childhood, no friends, and would even be ridiculed as a fool.

Idle gossip in the village, pointing fingers whenever they saw him, no one talked to him, seeing him as a different breed.

The father felt he was a disgrace, that his existence brought shame to their family.

The mother couldn’t tolerate that she had given birth to a fool, was very cold to him, and so he was locked away.

Staying in a dark house all day, nowhere to go.

Crammed in a small space, he spent his childhood like this.

Only when he finally grew up, his father came down with pulmonary tuberculosis, unable to labor, burdens grew bigger,, the family saw him as a jinx, feeling his presence brought bad luck to the family.

Life became harsher, no matter how much he yearned for love, for parental affection, it was to no avail.