A Crazy One-night Stand

Chapter 47: If She Wasn’t My Biological Mother

Austin continued cursing as she poked Alina's forehead with her finger. "B*tch, you have the audacity

to stand up to me now? How dare you touch me? You rejected such a good man like Mr. Sharon and

take care of a dying man in the hospital every day. Even if he regains consciousness, what's the use?

He's just an intern! His salary is only three thousand dollars per month. Can he support you? Can he

support our family?"

"Mom, there is nothing between me and Mike!" Alina tried to explain, but that irritated Austin even

more. Her tone became sharper.

At this time, many people were coming and going in the hospital lobby. A crowd of bystanders stopped

and gathered around, looking curiously at her mother as she was making a scene. Austin's face was Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

turning red with anger. With one hand on her hip, she poked Alina on the forehead again. "Nothing?

Did you think I am blind? If there is nothing between both of you, why are you taking care of him at the

hospital day and night? Why are you keeping guard until the extent that you don't even come home? I

say, Alina, are you trying to make me die of anger?"

Seeing as there were more and more bystanders, Alina pulled Austin aside and said, "Mom, let's talk

about this at home, shall we?"

Austin shook off Alina's hand again in exasperation. "Talk at home? Now you are ashamed, aren't you?

Once we go home, you would just ignore me as if you were dead. No matter what I do or say, you will

just play dead!"

"Excuse me, this is the hospital!" A stern voice interrupted Austin's rant.

This voice sounded familiar.

Alina looked up and saw Wilson's slender figure. Standing beside him was the hospital director, Bill.

Austin didn't like to be interrupted. However, when she saw Wilson's cold expression and his well-

ironed suit, she choked in surprise. Austin asked, "Who are you?" Her voice was a little toned down

than her usual domineering tone.

Wilson kept silent as Bill introduced himself. "Hi, I am Bill Taylor, the director of this hospital, and this is

Wilson, the president of Scott Group."

Hearing that one of them was a hospital director, and the other was a group's president, Austin's face

changed. Even if she had no knowledge of them, she could recognize that both of them were influential

and very important people.

Austin stared at Alina and said in a low voice, "Go back home immediately!"

After that, Austin was about to leave the hospital.

Suddenly, Wilson's voice rang out. "Madam, I would like to have a private word with your daughter!"

Austin's jaw dropped in surprise. She quickly composed herself and simpered at Wilson. "Oh, you want

to talk to my daughter? Of course, of course! If you have anything to say, just say it to her. If she

offends you in any way, let me know and I will teach her a lesson."

After she said that, Austin gave Alina a glare, warning her that if she dared to go against Wilson, Austin

would give her an earful.

"Let's go!" Wilson turned to Alina. His expression was much gentler than before.

Alina followed behind Wilson, her head hanging down. Both of them walked out of the lobby of

Lanthem Hospital.

"Did you see everything?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on Alina's lips.

"Yes." Wilson nodded. He frowned and asked, "Are you sure that she is your biological mother?"

"I've never doubted that." Alina's nose twitched. "If she wasn't my biological mother, I would feel worse

about myself. If she truly wasn't related to me, I am both a child abandoned by my real mother, and

hated by my adoptive mother. Don't you think I will be more pathetic than before?"

Wilson didn't know how to reply. He wasn't used to comforting others. Furthermore, he couldn't make

hasty promises such as promising her a good life in the future.

Wilson reached out and patted Alina's head. "Let's find a quiet place to rest for a while!"

"Yes." Alina nodded.

Since they met each other, it seemed like he would be there to witness it whenever she was in a pickle.

And each time, he would appear to save her and swoop her away from her problems.

However, Alina knew that they were from different worlds. Their lives were similar to two parallel lines

which would never cross paths, no matter how close they run along with each other.