Chapter 673: He’s Getting Engaged?
Kennedy brought over a damp towel. Alexander wiped his face and eyes, sobering up a bit.
"Kennedy, go make him some hangover soup. I’ll clean up here," Mrs. Lewis said. Seeing her son in this state, she swallowed her anger and started tidying up the mess on the floor.
While Mrs. Lewis busied herself cleaning, Alexander’s eyes lost focus again. He reached for the half-finished bottle of alcohol next to him.
Mrs. Lewis panicked and quickly snatched the bottle away. "What are you doing? Are you trying to drink yourself to death? Look at yourself! You’re not a kid anymore. Can you stop making your mother worry?"
Alexander was breathing heavily, staring hard at the bottle. "Mom, give it back... I want to drink. I haven’t had enough. Just let me drink myself to death—I’d rather not wake up again!"
Mrs. Lewis was furious. She wanted to slap him awake.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Alexander, how did you end up like this? Is it because that slut Aurora didn’t take you back? So now you’re drinking to numb the pain? I told you, that woman found herself a rich guy. Why would she ever come back to you? Why would she even want to?"
"Enough! Stop calling her a slut!" Alexander shouted. "Mom, Kennedy—you’re both women too. Can’t you show some respect? If it weren’t for you two, I would’ve never doubted her. I would’ve trusted her! You’re the ones who pushed me to be with Peyton..."
All the frustration inside him finally exploded. His voice roared, eyes bloodshot.
Mrs. Lewis was stunned. Alexander never yelled at her like that. It was like he had become someone else—all because of that woman.
"Alexander! How dare you shout at me? I’m your mother!" Her eyes welled up. "How could you treat me like this over some outsider?"