A Crazy One-night Stand
Chapter 46: A Mother’s Reproach

Michael's room was the most expensive and luxurious ward in Lanthem Hospital.

There were two small lounges in the ward. During this period, Alina lived in the lounge most of the time because it was convenient for her to take care of Michael. In fact, she didn't have to be so concerned. The nurses of Lanthem Hospital could take good care of Michael. Morgan also helped Alina to take care of Michael as well. Since Michael's accident, Morgan almost never left the ward.

When Alina entered the ward, she saw Morgan resting his head beside Michael. A nurse was wiping Michael's sweat off his brow.

Hearing footsteps, Morgan raised his head and looked up. Seeing that it was Alina, he smiled. "You're back?"

"Yes." Alina nodded. "Morgan, go to sleep. I'll take over from here."

Morgan smiled and said, "It's okay, Alina. I'll keep watch tonight. You are a girl, you need more rest. It's not healthy for you to stay up all night."

Alina refused. "No, let me do it!"

At Alina's insistence, Morgan gave in. "Alright, you take care of him until midnight. I'll take the next shift." As he said this, he lifted his wrist to look at the time. "It's nine o'clock. You can take care of him until one in the morning, then you have to rest!"

"Okay!" Alina smiled and nodded.

After getting along with Morgan since Michael's accident, she understood his personality a little more. He usually gave in first, but once he did, it was impossible to negotiate further.

Seeing that Alina had agreed, Morgan stood up and walked to the lounge. As he was about to close the door, he heard a shrill female voice coming from the ward. "Alina Miller, have you no shame?" Morgan couldn't help but stare at that woman with a frown. The middle-aged woman appeared frail with a sallow complexion. Her hair seemed to have been permed long ago, with straw-like splits ends. She twisted her hair up into a bun and secured it with a tacky hairclip. Her fringe on her forehead covered her thin and sparse eyebrows.

Alina was startled to hear this voice.

She hastily grabbed the woman and dragged her out. "Mom, why are you here? This is a ward and the patient needs to rest. Let's talk about this outside." She was really helpless when it comes to her mother. "Needs to rest? Alina, you're getting too big for your boots, aren't you? How dare you talk to me like that? You b*stard, how could you fool me? Didn't you say you were going to get married? Didn't you replace a rich man to get married to? You said you were going to receive one million dollars as dowry! Is this guy the rich man you found? An intern at the construction site, with a meagre salary of three thousand dollars every month?"

Austin Kelley, Alina's mother, prattled on loudly in the ward. It seemed like she did not have to catch a breath. Her voice was so loud that it echoed, as if she wanted to tell the whole world about Alina's deeds. Hearing Alina address that woman as her mother, Morgan was dumbfounded. What kind of life did Alina lead? How could she have a mother like this? His brow knitted together as he watched Alina drag the woman out, kicking and screaming.

Morgan heard more expletives coming out from the woman's mouth which were unbearable.

Her mother was calling Alina names and abusing her verbally.

How could that woman even call herself a mother?

Morgan shook his head gently and returned to Michael's bedside to keep watch. The doctor had informed that these few days were a critical period for Michael. If Mike managed to survive this and regain consciousness, he was basically out of danger.

Alina dragged her mother out of the ward and down the stairs with all her strength. She didn't care how loudly her mother scolded her, nor how insulting her words were. Alina bit her lip and endured it. However, this was a hospital. If her mother continued to be hysterical, it would affect other patients' rest.

Alina dragged her mother all the way until the entrance of the hospital.

Austin forcefully shook off her hand. Alina staggered and almost lost her balance.