My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 120

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!”

“Bah!” Helen spat at her with disgust, “You old hag! Did you say them doing it with your own eyes? These only prove they went to a hotel together. It doesn’t mean they did something unspeakable! You make everything

sound so filthy.”

“How could you be so stubborn?” Mrs. Smith picked up the photos from the ground and gave them back to Alston, “Alston, I understand why she doesn’t believe me, but you have to. I’m your mother. I’m doing it for your sake.”

Alston gave his mother a stern look, the latter shirked away. She had no idea if her son had bought her words.

Since Alston didn’t speak, Cynthia grew anxious, and then she said, “Don’t you trust me, Alston?”

Alston looked at her with mixed feelings. He clenched his fists, and the veins on his hands were bulging. “Tell me. Why did Dylan go to that hotel with you?”

Cynthia staggered when she heard the question. Helen almost missed her. She shouted at Alston angrily. “What are you saying? How could you doubt Cynthia? Dylan had a crush on Cynthia, but that was only his. wish. You are lucky to have Cynthia now. I can’t believe you distrust her like this!”

“Please stop, Helen!” Cynthia squeezed out the words, sweat appearing on her forehead.

Helen was furious. She carefully wiped the sweat off Cynthia’s face and said sorrowfully, “Why are you still protecting Alston? He doesn’t deserve your love, Cynthia!”

Alston’s question 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 as she thought he would.

She had done everything she could to ensure everything went well between them. And now, her husband is questioning her fidelity..

Cynthia smiled coldly. “You think I was cheating on you with Dylan just because of those photos? I’m so

disappointed in you, Alston.”

Mrs. Smith was happy to see her son doubt her daughter–in–law, “Just cut to the cheese, will you? If nothing is

happening between Dylan and you, why don’t you tell us what happened in that hotel?”