I was still sitting beside Alexandro's bed, holding his cold hand, when the treatment room door swung open loudly, like someone who felt entitled to enter anywhere without permission.Mona.Alexandro's mother. Or more precisely, Alexandro's stepmother. The woman strutted in wearing a red silk dress, her hair in a high bun, diamond jewelry on her neck and ears. Her face was still well-maintained, maybe from dozens of facelifts or because she had never worked a hard day in her life.Her sharp eyes immediately landed on me, not on Alexandro lying pale in the bed."Lucia, I heard my son fainted."I didn't answer. I just stared at her.Mona walked closer. She glanced at Alexandro briefly."This must be your fault. You stress him out. My son never got sick before marrying you."I remained silent."You know, Alexandro used to be healthy. Never hospitalized. But since you came into his life, everything has fallen apart. His business is disrupted, his reputation is threatened. Now he's lying h
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