After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1100

Chapter 1100 Who is Raymond?

She had only been gone for ten minutes. How did she become the culprit who made her son cry?

Anthony looked at her, as if he could understand her confusion and said softly, "I told him that we are about to separate. You will probably find a stepfather who is unfamiliar and fierce-looking for him. So I asked him whether he wants to choose his father and grandmother or his mother and stepfather."

She felt angry.

"Anthony, you are too much. How can you speak nonsense in front of him?"

He snorted and looked away. "I'm just telling the truth. You just don't admit it. But you also have a chance to prove your innocence to Alistair as long as you stop talking about divorce anymore. That's the best proof."

It was ridiculous.

When did she say that she would find a stepfather for Alistair after successfully divorcing? She clearly didn't plan on getting married again.

Moreover, Anthony's words seemed like he didn't want a divorce at all, making himself look like the victim while portraying her as the one ending their son's perfect family.

Anthony was clearly using his malice to speculate about her intentions while deliberately saying it in front of Alistair. Was he trying to make Alistair distance himself from her?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. However, arguing with him who had something wrong with his brain seemed pointless, so instead she picked up their son and walked over to the accompanying bed beside Anthony's hospital bed where she patiently explained things to him.

Alistair nestled in her arms listening attentively but secretly glancing towards Anthony every now and then.

When father and son locked eyes together, Alistair pouted with furrowed eyebrows looking unhappy.

Daddy lied again which wasn't good. However, he couldn't tell mommy what really happened because daddy would get mad at him if he did so. Instead, the little guy puffed out his cheeks wanting nothing more than venting out all of his frustration like an angry squirrel.

Mavis noticed this behavior, thinking that their child was still upset with her so she showered him with affectionate words, hoping it would help ease any tension between them.

"I know that my separation from your father will make things difficult for you... I'll talk with your father again later on but until then let us not discuss anything related until after recovery okay? This way maybe we can make you happy."

Alistair pouted even harder, crying even more tears, which caused Mavis' heartbreak further.

On the contrary, Anthony's eyelashes slightly raised, a gleam of light appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

"Okay, my good Alistair, don't be sad anymore. You're almost crying like a little kitten. Let's go wash your face and I'll tell you a bedtime story, okay?"

"Wuwu..."

Alistair bit his lip, grunting and feeling guilty in his heart.

But Mavis's gentleness and patience, and telling him a bedtime story vividly, quickly diverted his attention.

Half an hour later, the little one fell asleep, clutching onto Mavis's arm and sleeping soundly.

Mavis lightly patted the back of the little one with one hand, making sure that he was sound asleep before carefully lying down and sleeping next to him.

She completely ignored the "patient" who should have been taken care of on the hospital bed and fell asleep shortly after.

Anthony was still looking at the quarterly report Zack sent him on his iPad, and was about to ask Mavis to get him a glass of water. He turned his head and saw a big and small figure lying side by side on the accompanying bed, both sound asleep with similar sleeping postures.

The scene was extremely warm and cozy.

Unable to bear breaking the harmonious and beautiful scene, he got out of bed himself and quietly went to pour water.

The VIP ward was fully equipped, but it was a bit inconvenient with his left leg in a cast. Though he didn't have to walk too far.

He drank half a glass of water slowly, placed the cup on the bedside table, and walked gently to the nearby companion bed. His gaze fell on Mavis's sleeping face with lowered eyes.

Mavis didn't cover herself with any blankets. She took good care of Alistair and covered him tightly with a small blanket, but completely ignored herself.