Chapter 90: The Ungrateful Son’s Downfall, Begging for Her Return
Gemma set Noah down and untied the black hair tie holding her ponytail
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
The wind from the window lifted a few strands, brushing against Cassius’s check and neck, like an electric current sparking faint ripples across his skin.
Cassius’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, but he stayed silent.
Gemma chuckled softly. “Mr. Cassius, thank you for trusting me earlier, letting me save her, and even helping me deal with some blind fools. I appreciate it.”
Her hands hung loosely at her sides, nails trimmed neatly–clean and beautiful.
“As a token of thanks, can I treat you to a drink?”
The last bit of coldness melted from Cassius’s demeanor.
His lips curved upward, his deep voice carrying a magnetic quality.
“Milk again?”
Gemma felt so awkward.
That incident abroad was purely accidental.
And seriously, it wasn’t even her fault!
How could this man still remember?
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She dared to grumble only in her heart.
“Coffee?” she asked with a smile.
Cassius nodded. “Sure.”
His voice returned to its usual lazy tone, with a hint of casual case.
The crisis was quietly resolved.
The others could barely resist bowing down to Gemma.
Without her, they’d have all been skinned alive–except for Yvonne.
After the old lady fell asleep, Gemma followed the others to the hospital room to prepare the necessary equipment. Only
then could she relax.
The room was quiet except for Gemma and Cassius.
“Don’t touch the clip on your finger,” she reminded, glancing back.
But she found Cassius staring at her. His deep, unreadable gaze made her uneasy.
“Cassius?”
He spoke, “You shouldn’t have stepped in.”
The Beasley family drama wasn’t just a simple family feud.
While she’d been right to save lives, she hadn’t considered her own safety.
Gemma couldn’t help but laugh
“That’s a very…unique way of saying thank you.”
Cassius,
Gemma continued, “But I’m a doctor. Occupational hazard–I can’t help it
Cassius looked up at her.
Her eyes sparkled as she talked about her profession, and something stirred in his chest.
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He reached out.
“Then, thank you.”
Gemma shook his hand.
His palm was large and warm, with faint calluses.
The texture scraped lightly against her own as the clean, crisp scent of him filled her senses.
This man wasn’t as cold–blooded as people said.
She still wore a faint smile, but…
When she tried to pull her hand back, it wasn’t so easy.
A strange feeling crept into her chest.
Had their handshake…
Lasted longer than the international standard?
A dry cough came from the old lady in the hospital bed.
Their hands quickly parted
“I’ll go get coffee,” she said hastily before escaping
The café outside the hospital wasn’t fancy, but it was busy.
While waiting for her order, Gemma grabbed a few candies from the counter.
Cassius never admitted it.
But she could tell he had a sweet tooth.
Coffee to energize, sweets to lift the mood.
She even got tiramisu for Noah, imagining his excited little face..
Her mood lightened.
“Mom
As she waited for her things to be packed, she sat idly nearby.
Then, a voice stopped her cold.
She froze
Turning, she saw Alijah’s tear–streaked face.
The little boy had lost weight.
His once chubby cheeks were now pale and sallow.
His big, round eyes seemed devoid of light, and his whole demeanor was downtrodden.
If not for his luxurious clothes, no one would’ve guessed he was the esteemed young master of the Wilson family.
A pang stabbed at Gemma’s chest.
She knelt and tidied his little suit, making it look more presentable.
“What are you doing here alone?”
This place was chaotic
A child like Alijah, dressed in such fine clothes, was an easy target for kidnappers.
Alijah’s eyes welled with tears.
“Mom, I feel terrible. I haven’t eaten all day,”
Gemma handed him the cake she’d just packed.
He might be disappointing, but he was still her son.
She could at least feed him.
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“Til call someone to pick you up. Don’t wander around like this–it’s dangerous.”
After a few bites, Alijah seemed more energetic.
But as soon as she mentioned sending him back, his tears flowed again.
“I don’t want to go back! Grandma keeps yelling at me!”
Gemma frowned. “Yelling? Why?”
Her mother–in–law had always adored this grandson, pampering him like a treasure.
How could she be scolding him now?
Alijah, clearly starving, finished the cake in big bites before answering
“It’s because of you!”
Seeing Gemma’s gentler demeanor, he gained confidence.
“It’s all your fault for upsetting Grandma!”
His voice was small but full of blame.
But when Gemma’s expression darkened, he quickly looked pitiful again.
“Mom. I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
Gemma said nothing, but she studied him closely.
Perhaps his face reflected his heart.
Alijah now looked almost identical to Marcus.
“Mom, just apologize to Grandma, and everything will be fine.”
Alijah’s voice was soft as he tugged at her sleeve.
It was his go–to move–one that used to melt her heart.
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But this time, she didn’t budge.
He looked up, surprised, to find her expression even colder than before.
Fear crept in.
Alijah had this feeling that he’s messed up, but he was clueless about the reason.
“Mom?”
Gemma pulled her sleeve away and ordered another cake from the server.
Then, she turned back to him.
“Why don’t you ask why your grandmother and I had such a big fight?
Why don’t you ask who was really at fault between us?”
Alijah blinked, hesitating, “But you used to apologize all the time.. you even knelt and begged Grandma to forgive you…
He trailed off, realization dawning as his innocent face froze.
Gemma pressed a hand to her chest
So, during all those miserable days, this child wasn’t clueless about her pain. He knew she’d been wronged.
He knew she’d endured humiliation.
But since her suffering didn’t cost him anything, he chose to ignore it.
From divorce to now, she’d never truly moved past the grief of “losing” her son.
But in this moment, she forced herself to accept the reality.
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