My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

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 sometimes 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, “Alston, 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 named Dylan, and they left the hotel in an hour. What do you think they were doing in there? She was cheating 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 the 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 former. 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 heard 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 boyfriend cheats on you with Cynthia. These are the evidence!”

disgust, “You old hag! Did you say them doing it with your own eyes? These only prove they went to

sound so filthy.”

Alston, “Alston, I understand why she doesn’t believe me, but you have to. I’m

the latter shirked away. She

grew anxious, and then

and the veins on

question. Helen almost missed her. She shouted at Alston angrily. “What are you saying? How could you doubt Cynthia? Dylan had

squeezed out the words,

Cynthia’s face and said sorrowfully, “Why are you

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

to ensure everything went well between

you with Dylan just because of those photos? I’m

disappointed in you, Alston.”

daughter–in–law, “Just cut to the cheese, will you? If nothing

between Dylan and you, why don’t you tell us

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

if

heard. Cynthia wanted her to check the camera. Perhaps all they did was

Cynthia, but the latter shook away, “I think

to see me during that time. I have to re–evaluate our

blinked and

despair when she saw Alston withdraw his hand.

she left with

saw her walking away slowly. He restrained himself from hurrying up and holding Cynthia in

could hug her and console her. However, there was something else he had

only to find that the crowd had dispersed, and Alston

deep breath and

should have come earlier.