Then Alena was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage treatment. As Edmund expected, she was soon out of danger.

He stood in front of his mother's sickbed and stared at her face. He felt a series of strange emotions watching her.

Since when did his mother and sister become so bad?

Was it really because of Chelsea?

His thoughts wandered off on another tack. He was convinced it wasn't Chelsea's fault.

Sooner or later, they would quarrel with him over something. It was in their nature to pin the blame on others when they were the culprits.

The reason why Edmund and Alena hadn't quarreled in the past was because they had a similar standpoint then.

As Alena wanted, Edmund excelled both in his studies and career.


When Edmund was with Diane, Alena was overjoyed.

Later, Edmund married Chelsea and there was a stirring of trouble. However, when she came to learn Edmund didn't love his wife, she was quite satisfied.

But all hell broke loose when Edmund said he wouldn't marry Diane. This wasn't what Alena had planned for her son.

Edmund considered himself an independent man who had the right to make his own choices. How could he be expected to live his life as his mother pleased?

Having worked in the business circle for so many years, Edmund never thought his biggest enemies would be his own family.

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The next day, when Alena woke up, Edmund was still beside the bed.

He took good care of his mother but wouldn't mention Chelsea or the lawsuit.

It was Alena who couldn't avoid the topic. "Don't you care about me?" she asked, her voice husky with anger.

Edmund turned around and poured her a glass of water, pretending as if nothing had happened. "If Chelsea was really raped by those two men that day, Sonya would be in big trouble."

Alena's face flushed with rage, and she roared, "But she is all right, isn't she?"

Edmund stopped pouring water. How could his mother sound so casual about someone else's life?

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