My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 114

Chapter 114 A Slander

Dylan looked serious when he heard it.

Cynthia had known Dylan for so long, but she hadn't met his family. She didn't know what kind of person his mother was, so she tentatively asked, "Is it because Helen is an orphan that your mother doesn't give her blessings to you? Maybe someone called just now to tell her Helen was an orphan."

Dylan shook his head. "My mother is not that kind of person. I have an older brother, and he will inherit the family property. My parents told me since I was a child that I didn't need a strategic marriage. I can do whatever I want and choose my own wife."

He was stunned for a while, saying, "I'll ask her!"

He directly called his mother. Immediately, an angry scolding sound came. "Dylan Carter. You dare to run away from home. I'm your mother. Don't try to push me by that. Even if you leave the family, I won't let you marry Helen Brown!"

Dylan's face darkened when he heard that, and he was agitated. "Mom, Helen is good-looking and has a good temper. She is also a doctor and good at it. Why don't you allow me to marry her? Didn't you say that I could.

choose my own wife?"

His mother fell silent. Dylan remembered Cynthia's conjecture and asked, "Do you dislike Helen because she

is an orphan?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" His mother was angry, "Am I a snobbish person?"

"Then why!" Dylan frowned tightly. "Just tell me what you dislike about Helen. Don't be vague. If you can't give a reason, I will marry her anyway. I have already got my identification, and we can get married anytime."

"You unfilial son!" His mother on the opposite side was panting with anger. After a while, she said, "Okay, since you want to know, I'll tell you. Helen Brown is flirtatious!" "What!" Dylan exclaimed. Cynthia almost spat out milk and stared at him in astonishment.

Dylan's mother snorted coldly. "She's probably hiding it from you. I've checked everything about her. She stayed out all night in college and went to bars and nightclubs. She hooked up with...men, having no shame. She could do anything for money without any bottom line. She has pretended to be good in front of you."

Then she sneered, "My daughter-in-law can be born poor, but I will never allow such a dirty b*tch to marry into our family and destroy our integrity. If you dare to marry her, you will not be our son." Then she hung up the phone.

Holding the phone, Dylan was stunned, with full of disbelief on his face.

Cynthia was anxious and patted his arm. "Do you really believe your mother's words?"

Dylan put down his phone and pursed his lips.

Cynthia thought he believed it and was very angry. "Helen is innocent. She sang in the bar at night to earn. tuition and living expenses. I have been there a few times. She did nothing besides singing!" "You have to believe me. I know Helen better than anyone else does. She is not what your mom said."

Cynthia was pale with an anxious look. Dylan sighed. "Of course, I know who Helen is. We did it after we got

drunk... It was her first time!"

Cynthia had mixed feelings about that. She looked awkward and made herself smile, saying, "Why didn't you

tell me? You made me so anxious."

Dylan's had fair skin, but he blushed with shame at that moment. "I'll talk to my mom! She misunderstood

Helen."

Then he was in a hurry to go.

"Hold on!" Cynthia stopped him. "Your mom was mad now. If you talk to her, she will think you made it up to protect Helen. The priority is to replace out how your mom knew the rumor." Dylan was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "I will figure it out."

"Sometimes caring was not an advantage. Who on earth smeared Helen, ruined her reputation, and made her not have a good impression in front of my mother?" Dylan thought to himself. There was full of coldness on Dylan's handsome face. If he knew this person, he would never let him or her.

go!

Cynthia was about to leave after talking. Dylan specifically told her to keep his running away from home a secret. Everything was going on behind Helen's back.

She agreed.

Dylan wanted to drive her home, but Cynthia thought it was too troublesome, and she was to take a taxi. Dylan had no choice but to get her a car on the side of the road and watched it go away. Someone in the corner of the opposite hotel was taking a few pictures again.

Dylan sensed something was wrong and looked over suddenly, only to replace that no one was there.

He shook his head, thinking he had been so worried that his eyes were blurred.

When Cynthia walked to the door of the Smith's house, she saw Alston's car. She walked over in surprise and

found that Lorenz was also there. She hurriedly greeted him. "You came."

Lorenz smiled, with two dimples appearing on his delicate and handsome face. "I haven't been here since I

came to Lorenz Green."

Alston sneered and replied, "He insisted on coming back with me to see if I treat you well."

Alston's handsome face was dark as if someone owed him a lot of money. His eyes softened to see Cynthia's

delicate and cute face.

"Why are you wearing so little? You didn't wear this dress in the morning!"

Alston hugged her and quickly wrapped her up with his coat.

Cynthia was wrapped in his arms. The continuous heat from his chest made her pretty face blush.

"Don't mention it. When I was shopping, I met a crazy woman who splashed water on me. Then I changed a newly bought clothes."

Alston's face was distorted when he heard it. He looked her up and down. "Any discomfort? Do you need a doctor to give you a full body checkup?"

Cynthia was speechless to see him nervous.

Lorenz suddenly walked over from behind when he wanted to say something. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of Alston's arms. Looking at his cold face, Lorenz rolled his eyes. "That's so gross."

Lorenz looked serious and then... touched Cynthia's forehead. "Not a fever. Come on. I'm hungry."

Then he dragged Cynthia into the house.

Alston gritted his teeth, took a step with his long legs, and followed.

They had just walked in when suddenly a loud noise came from the second floor, which was from Cynthia's

violin room.

Cynthia froze for a moment, then her face changed. She was about to run up the stairs.

Alston had been behind her. He quickly grabbed her and scolded, "You are crazy. How could you run on the slippery floor!"

Cynthia's face was full of anxiety. "Someone is in my violin room. I told servants that no one could enter except for sweeping in the morning. It's almost afternoon now. Normally, they won't be there... Everything you gave me was in it... That loud noise..."

She was incoherent because of her anxiety, but Alston and Lorenz understood her.

They hurriedly calmed her down, fearing it would harm the baby.

"Let's go up and have a look together. Don't worry. Even if something is broken, I will replace someone to repair it.

Don't be angry."

Alston patted her on the back, patiently as if treating a baby, then looked upstairs with cold eyes.

They soon came to the violin room. The door was slightly closed. They could hear messy footsteps inside.

Lorenz pushed the door. The person inside didn't expect someone to come up and had no time to hide. She

was stunned when she saw them.

"Molly, you... What are you doing!"