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Chapter 160

Alex’s POV.

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and despair, a scent I hated but couldn’t escape. My steps were quick, my mind reeling as I navigated the stark white halls. Room 307. That was where they said Sebastian was. When I pushed the door open, the sight of him hit me like a freight train.

He lay there, barely recognizable, his face swollen and bruised in shades of purple and red. His right eye was almost shut, and the corner of his mouth was split open. The bandages around his torso told me the damage didn’t stop at his face.

“Sebastian,” I muttered, my voice tight with anger and worry as I stepped closer.

He shifted his head slightly, wincing at the effort. “Alex,” he croaked, his voice raw and weak.

I sat beside him, gripping the edge of his bed. “What the hell happened? Who did this?” My jaw clenched as I fought to keep my tone steady.

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily, as if gathering the strength to speak. “I didn’t… want to wake you or Christiana,” he began. “So I left early. Thought I could clear my head… but as I walked down the street—”

Sebastian paused, his battered face twisting with pain.

“Take your time,” I urged, though every fiber of my being screamed for answers.

He exhaled shakily. “Five men… they came out of nowhere. Before I could react, they were on me. Kicking, punching…” His voice broke, and his good eye filled with tears. “And then… I saw her.”

I leaned closer, my breath hitching. “Who? Who did you see?”

“Your mother,” he said, bitterness lacing his words. “She was there, Alex. Sitting in her damn car, watching the whole thing like it was some kind of… show.”

My heart stopped for a beat. “What?” The word came out sharp, disbelieving.

Sebastian nodded weakly. “It was her. I know it was. She didn’t even try to hide. When I looked at her, she smirked. Like she was proud.”

I shot to my feet, pacing the room, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. “That woman!” I snarled, my voice echoing off the sterile walls.

“Alex…” Sebastian’s weak voice pulled me back.

I turned to him, my chest heaving. “She’s gone too far this time. She could’ve killed you, Sebastian! For what? Because of something that happened decades ago? Because you’re my father’s son? That’s no excuse!”

Sebastian tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. “You think I don’t know that? But she doesn’t care. To her, I’m just a mistake… one she wants to erase.”

I sat back down, my head in my hands. My mother’s face flashed in my mind–her perfectly painted lips, always curved into that cold, calculating smile. I should’ve known she’d do something like this, but seeing Sebastian like this… it was too much.

“I won’t let her get away with this,” I said, my voice low but filled with boldness.

Sebastian looked at me, his one good eye filled with a mixture of gratitude and fear. “Be careful, Alex. She’s your mother… but she’s dangerous.”

I met his gaze, my own eyes burning with rage. “She’s hurt you, Sebastian. She’s hurt the people I care about. And I can’t let

that stand.”

The room fell silent.

I sat there, my breath heavy, my fists clenching and unclenching on my lap. The words Sebastian had just said were still sinking in, and every second they lingered, the fire in my chest grew hotter.

“She sat there,” I muttered, shaking my head, almost to myself. “She sat there and watched while you were being beaten?”

Sebastian nodded, his swollen face taut with pain. “Like it was certaintment,” he rasped. NôvelDrama.Org content.

I shot to my feet again, pacing the small hospital room like a caged animal. The rage inside me was threatening to boil over, but I couldn’t let it–not here, not now. My mother might have been vindictive, but this… this was a line I never thought she’d cross.

“I don’t understand,” I said, my voice low, almost a growl. “I knew she hated you because of who your father was, but to have you beaten? What the hell is wrong with her?”

Sebastian tried to push himself up but winced, collapsing back onto the bed. “She doesn’t just hate me, Alex. She wants me gone. Out of your life. Out of everything. And if this doesn’t convince you, then… nothing will.”

His words stung more than I wanted to admit. I sank back into the chair beside him, dragging a hand down my face. My mother’s actions were unforgivable, but despite everything, she was still my mother. The woman who raised me, who shaped me into the man I am today.

But this?

I looked at Sebastian, his bruised and battered face a painful reminder of her cruelty. “She’s gone too far,” I said, my voice steady but cold. “And I won’t let her keep hurting the people I care about.”

Sebastian’s swollen eye narrowed slightly. “What are you going to do?”

I didn’t answer right away. My mind was racing, trying to figure out the next steps. Confronting her would only escalate things, but letting this slide wasn’t an option either.

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted finally. “But I promise you this, Sebastian–she won’t touch you again. Not while I’m here.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his busted lip. “I appreciate that, Alex. But be careful. She’s still your mother.”

I scoffed, leaning back in the chair. “Don’t remind me.”

Sebastian’s expression softened despite the pain etched into his face, “She’s a piece of work, Alex. But she’s still part of you. Just… don’t let her drag you down to her level.”

I stared at him for a long moment, the weight of his words settling over me. He was right. No matter how angry I was, no matter how much I wanted to confront her, I couldn’t stoop to her tactics.

But something had to change.

“I’ll handle this,” I said firmly, standing up and adjusting my jacket. “You focus on getting better. Let me worry about her.”

Sebastian nodded, but there was doubt in his eyes. I didn’t blame him.

As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me.

“Alex.”

I glanced back.

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“Thanks. For… being here.“–

I nodded, my jaw tight. “Always, Sebastian. You’re family.”

And with that, I walked out of the room, my mind already plotting my next move. My mother had gone too far this time, and I wasn’t going to let it slide.

I stormed into my mother’s private study, the tension in my chest coiled tight like a spring. She was seated at her polished mahogany desk, perfectly composed, her sharp eyes barely flicking up from the stack of papers she was reviewing.

“Alex,” she said coolly, not bothering to feign surprise. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I didn’t bother with niceties. “You crossed a line, Mother,” I said, my voice hard.

She arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. “Oh? Which one this time?”

I stepped closer, planting my hands firmly on the desk. “Sebastian. You sent those men after him. Don’t you dare deny it.” Her lips curled into a smirk, one so venomous it made my blood boil. “And if I did? That bastard should’ve never been born. He’s a stain on this family.”

“Don’t you dare!” I snarled, slamming my fist on the desk. “He’s your husband’s son. My brother. Whether you like it or not, he’s family.”

She rose gracefully, her expression hardening. “He is not family. He’s a mistake. And don’t forget whose fault that is. Youk father brought this disgrace into our lives, not me.”

I took a step back, shaking my head in disbelief. “How cruel can you be? Do you hear yourself? Sebastian didn’t choose to be born. He didn’t choose any of this.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Don’t preach to me about cruelty, Alex. That boy’s existence was a betrayal of everything I built with your father. I will not allow him to sully the Alistair name.”

“And what about what you’re doing?” I shot back. “Sending men to beat him to a pulp? Watching from your car like some twisted spectator? What kind of mother does that?”

Her face darkened, and for the first time, there was a flicker of something–guilt?-in her eyes. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by cold indifference.

“I did what was necessary,” she said flatly.

“Necessary?” I barked out a bitter laugh. “You’ve lost your mind. Sebastian just lost his mother two months ago. The woman who gave him life is gone. Do you know what kind of pain he’s in? And now you’re adding to it?”

She shrugged. “Good riddance. That woman was no saint, Alex. She seduced

your father-”

“She didn’t even know he was married!” I interrupted sharply. “He was stranded, robbed in Italy, and she helped him. Gave him food, shelter. She wasn’t some scheming mistress. When she found out he was married, she cut ties immediately. She didn’t want to trouble you. But you can’t let it go, can you?”

Margret’s expression twisted with disdain. “How noble of her,” she said mockingly. “And yet, here we are. Her son leeching off this family like the parasite he is.”

“Enough!” I roared. “I won’t let you do this anymore. Stay away from Sebastian. Stay away from Christiana. And stay the hell away from my kids.”

Her face went rigid, but her eyes narrowed dangerously. “You dare to speak to me like that?”

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“Yes, I dare.” I said, my voice trembling with fury. “You want me to call you my mother? Start acting like one. Because right now, all you’re doing is destroying everything and everyone I care about.”

Her hand shot out before I could react, striking my cheek with a sharp slap that echoed through the room.

I froze, stunned more by the act than the sting of it. She stood there, trembling with rage, her hand still raised.

“You ungrateful boy,” she hissed. “Everything you have, everything you are, is because of me. And now you stand here, defending them over your own blood?”

I straightened, my cheek burning, but my resolve unshaken. “Yes” I said quietly but firmly. “Because they matter to me. Christiana, the kids, and yes, even Sebastian. If you can’t accept that, you’ll lose me too.”

Her eyes flashed, but for a moment, I thought I saw a crack in her armor. She said nothing, just glared at me with a mix of anger and something else–fear, perhaps?

“I’m done arguing,” I said, turning toward the door. “You can hate me, Mother. But you will not hurt the people I love again. Not if you want me to stay in your life.”

I didn’t wait for her response. The door closed behind me with a heavy finality, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I’d truly stood up to her. But the weight of it all was suffocating

The fire in her eyes told me she wouldn’t back down easily. And I knew I’d have to protect everyone I loved from the storm she was sure to unleash.