Chapter 1135 - 1127: Let’s Negotiate a Condition 1

Chapter 1135: Chapter 1127: Let’s Negotiate a Condition 1

"If your son didn’t have you, if you hadn’t kept him by your side, he would have received help from kind-hearted people, could have gone to school, learned to read and write, gotten a job, and wouldn’t have lived every day under others’ discrimination. You personally destroyed his fate."

"Ah, your fate looks like a joke, suited for ending in loneliness, truly laughable, truly sad!"

Tiana Thorne was talking about a widow’s life. To a widow, it’s not shameful, but it’s ugly, and upon hearing how miserable her fate was, she trembled with anger, unwilling to admit it, could only squeeze out a few words: "You’re talking nonsense, you’re saying it deliberately, how could their fate be related to me, I don’t owe them, you... you... But you... you’ll end up harmed by the people around you sooner or later..."

The widow’s eyes were bloodshot, gritting her teeth, afraid to face it.

After saying these words, her throat seized, and she expired.

Tiana Thorne’s honest words had angered her to death.

Truly pitiful and hateful.

Selfishness ruined everyone.

But she mentioned people around... Who exactly?

Alex bought back some fruit; by this time, the widow was already a cold corpse.

He saw the widow lying still on the bed, covered with a white cloth over her face, somewhat confused, he called out twice: "Mom."

Perhaps he wasn’t too clear about death either. Alex placed the fruit on the table: "I bought you some fruit, please answer me."

Tiana Thorne didn’t say much, only looked at Alex. He seemed to think the widow was asleep and then turned to Tiana Thorne and said: "My mom is asleep, let’s all go out and not disturb her sleep."

After leaving the ward, Alex sat on a chair nearby, back facing Tiana Thorne, head hung low, fiddling with his fingers.

The nurse pushed the widow out, ready to send her to the morgue, and he had no reaction.

After a few minutes, it could be seen that Alex’s shoulders were trembling.

When Tiana Thorne paid attention, Alex’s face was covered in tears, biting his finger as if restraining something.

At that moment, Tiana Thorne suddenly realized, he didn’t actually understand nothing, he just didn’t want to believe.

His only relative was gone.

His mother wasn’t a good mother.

But if someone had provided Alex with proper guidance from a young age, taught him how to survive in this society.

Perhaps he could have become a good person.

Some people’s destinies go round and round but end up in the same place.

Alex kept crying, tears and snot mingled, biting down to the nail shell.

Very sad, very upset, yet nothing could come back.

However, from his worn-out jacket fell a bank card.

A brand-new bank card.

Tiana Thorne picked it up casually.

She thought it must be some money left by the widow for her son.

This was the most conscientious thing the widow did before dying.

The card contained several hundred thousand.

"Jesse Rivers."

"Here, Miss," Jesse Rivers responded.

"Arrange for Alex to be admitted to a decent psychiatric hospital, his future life must rely on himself."

Living in a psychiatric hospital is better than wandering outside.

"Alright, Miss."

Jesse Rivers immediately made arrangements.

Tiana Thorne walked up to Alex. Alex looked up at her and immediately stood up, bowing respectfully to her: "I’m... I’m sorry, I apologize, I was wrong."

He realized his mistake.

It wasn’t a game.

Nor was it bumper cars.

His mother ordered him to hit someone; it was murder.

He needs to take responsibility, accept legal sanctions.

He has to go to prison.

"I can go to prison, I... I can bear it."