My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Lynn's Secret

Hearing this, the reporters at the scene quickly checked their mobile phones, and then their faces changed.

"Mrs. Smith, it's a public phone number. We don't know who it is."

"Yeah, so are mine."

"It's a woman. I just heard her hoarse voice. It sounds cold."

Cynthia frowned and thought. She has offended many women these days. It was hard to determine who

leaked the news.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. When no one stopped them, the reporters ran away.

Seeing them leave, Cynthia sneered and turned around to look anxiously at the ward.

A little later, the doctor came out. She rushed up to ask, "Doctor, how's my mother?"

"The patient is weak. She was severely stimulated just now, which led to palpitations. If not treated in time,

she may die suddenly."

Hearing this, the sudden weakness in her legs made Cynthia stumble. She fell backward. At that moment, a pair of strong hands put their arms around her waist and lifted her up.

She leaned against the man's hot chest. All of a sudden, she woke up and turned around.

It was Alston!

He hurried to Cynthia. As a result of strenuous exercise, his cheeks were red, his chest fluctuated and his

heart beat faster.

"Are you all right?"

Cynthia broke away from him and shook her head. She stood up straight and seemed to have found support.

Seeing that she was in a mood, the doctor comforted her, "Pay more attention to the patient, don't irritate her, there is no big problem, and after replaceing a kidney source, the patient will recover soon!" Cynthia bit her lower lip and nodded.

Although her mother's condition has improved, she couldn't feel at ease even if she hadn't found a kidney

source for a day.

Then the doctor left with a group of nurses.

Cynthia went into the ward. Lynn was leaning back on the bed. She looked very weary and pale. Her breathing was weak, and she seemed lifeless.

Cynthia felt pain in depth with tears rolling in her eyes.

Cynthia had been separated from Lynn for ten years. It was a hard time for her to look out for her mother. She

didn't want to lose her again.

"Mom!" Cynthia asked softly. Lynn heard it, slowly opened her eyes, stretched out her pale arms, and beckoned to her.

"Come here."

Cynthia jogged over to Lynn. She lay face down on her bed.

Lynn was about to talk to Cynthia when suddenly she noticed Alston. Her expression changed.

She thought that Alston was a good man who could take care of Cynthia for the rest of her life. But after

today's event, she realized that being with a too-excellent person was not a good thing.

Cynthia would be in pain in the future.

Lynn suddenly looked at Alston and said, "I want to have a talk with Cynthia alone."

Alston stunned, glanced at Cynthia and nodded. Then he went out and shut the door of the ward.

Then he leaned against the wall of the hallway. His eyes were dark, and nobody knew what he was thinking.

Lynn took out a small box from under her pillow, and handed it to Cynthia, "For you!"

Cynthia froze for a moment. Before she could react, Lynn had already stuffed the box into her arms.

It was a small, red velvet jewelry box, which was heavy to hold.

"Open it!" Lynn looked at her lovingly.

Cynthia opened the box. There was a necklace. The chain was simple and elegant, and the pendant was a drop-shaped ruby. The color and shape were perfect. It stunned Cynthia. "Mom, this... where did you get it?"

Cynthia's hand trembled slightly. Such a top-notch gemstone was not ordinary at first glance.

Lynn had lived with her for years. Although their life was not poor, they were not able to get such perfect

gemstones.

Looking at the necklace, Lynn seemed to think something. She stroked the gem, and her eyes were filled with

tears and nostalgia.

"I didn't intend to tell you if it hadn't been for today's incident..." She looked a little hesitant when she said this. But when she met Cynthia's eyes, she made up her mind.

"Alston treats you very well now, but no one can guarantee what will happen in the future. If... if he changed one day, you can take this necklace to Coast City and replace the Green family. There will be someone to help you."

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief after she finished speaking.

Cynthia was a bit stunned. She didn't know anything about the Green family in Coast City. But the one that could be compared with the Smith family was not a small family.

She looked at Lynn thoughtfully. It seemed that her mother's background was even more mysterious than she thought.

They talked for a while, and Lynn felt sleepy. Cynthia took care of her to sleep, then left the room.

Just after she closed the door, suddenly a man came from behind, hugging her..

Cynthia was startled at first, but when she smelled the familiar smell of that man, she relaxed and patted him lightly. "What are you doing? You scared me."

Alston didn't speak, but buried his head in her neck and rubbed. Cynthia trembled as the tip of his nose touched her.

"You won't leave me alone, right?"

After a long time, she heard Alston's muffled voice.

She felt his deep anxiety soften at once.

"If you don't make me sad, I'll stay."

Alston turned around, bent down, and looked at her delicate face, and an intense love welled up from his

heart. He kissed her hard over and over.

This kiss lasted for several minutes.

The breathing of both of them was a little disordered. The bodyguard nearby coughed. Cynthia felt shy and buried her face in his arms.

"I will never make you sad," Alston said in a low, hoarse voice.

Cynthia looked up and smiled at him. A dimple appeared on her cheeks. "I'll remember your promise. Don't let

me down. Otherwise, I'll leave you, serious."

After they hugged for a while, Cynthia started to deal with the affair.

She didn't know who the whistleblower was, so she just put it on hold for now and solved it later.

Now, she has to deal with those unscrupulous media!

Cynthia said coldly, "Those reporters violated their professional morality. They are not worthy of reporters."

Alston gently patted her head to comfort her, but his eyes were fierce. "Do you still remember these media?"

"Of course, I remember!" Cynthia sneered and said the names of those media one by one.

The bodyguards who heard it on the side trembled. Mrs. Smith looked weak and tender, but she held a grudge. They had to brace themselves and carefully guard the ward. Alston nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, leave this matter to me. Don't worry, I'll do it."

Cynthia was convinced of him. She didn't believe others, but Alston was fine. He was powerful in Fort. If he

couldn't handle it, then no one could.

At night, when everyone was sleeping, no one knew what would happen in the media field tomorrow.

The next day was the day when Cynthia was discharged from the hospital. The wound on her head had almost healed, and she didn't need to stay in the hospital.

Alston came here early in the morning to help her finish the discharge procedures.

Seeing the darkness under his eyes, Cynthia was filled with distress. She touched it gently. "You didn't sleep well last night. Why didn't you get more rest? I know the hospital so well that I can handle the discharge. formalities myself."

Alston smiled with a coddling expression on his face. "I just want to see you."

He was usually cold. Cynthia was a little uncomfortable hearing his honeyed words.

Alston was also a little embarrassed. He changed the subject. "Yesterday, there were a lot of media, and some tabloids had closed down. Those big newspapers had great influence and were difficult to deal with. Only their manager and journalists involved were fired."

As soon as he finished speaking, he received Cynthia's adoring eyes, which eliminated his exhaustion.

When they finished the discharge procedures, Alston went to the ward to help her pack up. Then Helen came.

She looked in a hurry. Her hair was a little messy, as if she was running over. She was different from her usual image of calm.

Cynthia was a little strange. She walked over and patted Helen, "Why did you come late today?"

Helen had never been late. She was so weird today.

Cynthia just patted lightly, but Helen seemed to be frightened. Her face was full of panic.

"You..." Cynthia frowned and was about to speak when she saw the bruises on Helen's neck. She was stunned!