Chapter 028 Not Many Friends

"Shut up!" Alexander snapped, not wanting to talk to her and risk getting even angrier.

Monica was feeling pretty lousy, so she decided to stop arguing with him.

She found it kind of ironic. Before the divorce, if he had just looked at her more, sat down for a meal, held her hand, kissed her, or been a bit gentle, she would've been over the moon for days.

But now, she had finally given up and just wanted to keep her distance, yet he kept showing up in her life every few days.

She had no clue what was going on in his head and gave a bitter smile.

Alexander noticed her silence and glanced down at her. She was a lot more tolerable when she was quiet.

He tightened his grip around her.

He carried her into patient room 1915 and gently placed her on the bed. This time, he was much softer than before.

Monica's attitude softened a bit, and she said coldly, "Mr. Smith, thanks. I owe you one, and I'll make sure to return the favor."

Hearing her indifferent and distant tone, Alexander's face darkened. "Forget it, you're just a small project manager; what can you do for me? Get some rest!"

He couldn't be nice to her; he might as well have just tossed her onto the bed.

With that, he stormed out.

Monica was speechless, not knowing what he was mad about this time.

She didn't bother thinking about him anymore.

Soon, a nurse came to give her an IV.

When she was half-asleep, her kids called her on a video call.

She realized it was already past eight in the evening.

Not wanting the kids to know she was sick and in the hospital, she quickly sat up, tidied herself up, and answered the call.

Two cute little heads appeared on the screen.

Sophia asked, "Mommy, why aren't you home yet? Are you at the hospital?"

William had the same question. "Mommy, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"No, Mommy is at Evelyn's place," Monica said.

"Is Mr. Thomas's condition getting worse?"

"He's doing okay. Mommy is just here discussing his surgery time with the doctors. I'll be home a bit later. You two be good and go to bed early, okay?"

"Okay, we won't be naughty. Mommy, don't work too hard," Sophia said sweetly.

"Okay," Monica responded gently.

Just seeing her two adorable kids made all the day's unpleasantness disappear.

William and Sophia reluctantly ended the call.

Monica was about to put down her phone when Evelyn called.

"Evelyn, what's up?" Monica answered.

"What? Didn't you ask me to come to the hospital? I've been waiting for your call. What's going on over there?"

"Sorry, I forgot." Monica tapped her forehead with her phone and said, "Room 1915, I'll talk to you then.

"Wait there, I'm coming over now." Evelyn hung up and arrived a few minutes later, carrying a bowl of soup.

"How did you know I was hungry?" Monica smiled at her.

"Tell me, what happened? How did you end up in the hospital?"

"Anger," Monica said while eating the soup.

"Who made you angry? Alexander?"

"Layla."

"Layla?" Evelyn was momentarily confused. "Who?"

Monica paused, wanting to say her mom, but swallowed the words and said, "Stella's mom."

"You mean your biological mother?"

"Yeah," Monica responded lightly.

"What did she want?"

"She told me to stay away from Alexander and not to mess up her precious daughter's relationship with him."

"No way!" Evelyn was incredulous. "How can there be such a mother in the world? Is she really your mom?"

Monica smiled. "I used to wonder the same thing. Why is she better to her fake daughter than to her real one? So, I took her hair and mine for a DNA test, and it turned out she really is."

Back then, she couldn't understand why Layla hated her so much.

But after all these years, she had let it go. It didn't matter anymore.

Evelyn looked at her with pity, not knowing what kind of pain she had gone through to be able to smile so nonchalantly while saying such things.

The more Evelyn thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt. Angrily, she said, "Such a person doesn't deserve to be a mother. Didn't you curse her out?"

"I did. I even hit her. I guess she won't dare to bother me again."

"Good for you!"

Evelyn sat next to her, put an arm around her shoulder, and comforted her, "Forget it. She will face consequences eventually."

"It's okay. I don't care anymore. It's just that this kind of thing is pretty disgusting," Monica said with a smile, scooping a spoonful of soup and feeding it to Evelyn, who opened her mouth and ate it.

They chatted for a while, discussed Ryder's condition, and set a surgery date. By the time Monica finished her treatment and got home, it was already eleven at night.

After checking on the kids, she went to her room to wash up and sleep.

The next day, she didn't go to the hospital but went straight to work.

At the hospital.

Alexander had been by Amelia's side, watching her condition stabilize and her fever subside. He felt much more at ease. He walked out of the room and lit a cigarette in the hallway, but his eyes kept glancing at room 1915, the door tightly closed.

He frowned. It seemed Monica didn't have many friends; no one came to visit her.

Just then, Joseph arrived with carefully prepared food from the Smith family chef. Seeing Alexander staring at a room, he asked, "Mr. Smith, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Alexander went back into the room.

Joseph followed, taking out the food.

Alexander didn't eat.

"Mr. Smith, aren't you eating?" Joseph asked.

"I'm not hungry."

He took his portion and handed it to Joseph. "Take this to room 1915."

"Room 1915?" Joseph was puzzled and reminded him, "Mr. Alexander Smith, did you get the room number wrong? Mr. Preston Smith isn't in that room."

"Did I say it was for him?" Alexander glared at him impatiently. "Monica is there."

"Mommy?" Daniel blurted out. "Is Mommy in the hospital? What's wrong with her?"