Marrying a Mysterious Man

Finish Everything

Akash just got out of a VVIP-class inpatient room. The excitement was now so burning in his heart, as he saw a middle-aged woman walking up to him.

“She's really a woman don't know herself!” akash's mind is so upset.

“Stop!” Akash immediately blocked the arm of Asten who was about to enter Jackson's ward.

“Release! I want to see my son!” ahsten exclaimed, as he was held captive by Akash.

“Finely, you come with me now!” Akash further tightened his grip on Asten's wrist, making the four-headed woman instantly grimace in pain.

Akash pulled her and took her to the waiting aisle that was ahead of him. Akash brushed aside Asten's arm quite roughly.

“How dare you drag me here!” ahsten was so emotional.

Akash clenched his hands together, he closed his eyes firmly, for a moment. Then, both eyes of his eagle he lay towards the netra of the old woman who was in front of him.

“Enough! ... Take care of all this Madame Asten!” jolt Akash suddenly. Made Asten immediately surprised to hear it.

“Are you not satisfied with what you have now huh?! Enough to make a lot of people hurt!”

“Do you never regret your evil deeds?! Look, as a result of what you did your son is now in the hospital!”

“How dare you accuse me, Akash!” aben exclaimed, staring at the second nanar twinkle in Akash's eyes.

“It's up to you to say I'm accusing you or not. Obviously, I'm sick of all your behavior! And if you hate me, just hate me, you don't have to hurt the people around me!” he exclaimed, then Akash just passed by after expressing all his emotions and frustration to Asten.

Asten was glued to his place, both of his faces inching in annoyance, with tightly clenched hands holding back emotions.

“Basic, crazy boy! How dare he yell at me like that!” Asten threw away his face, trying to control his breathing and emotions.

After a few minutes of staying in the hallway, Asten resumed his intention to see Jakson in the nursery.

Jackson was lying down while playing his phone, the infusion next to his hand was seen attached, draining a liquid.

“Jackson,” call Asten slowly, with a look on his face that has changed softly.

Jackson, who was focusing on watching a movie on his phone, turned his eyes toward his mother.

“Jackson, how are you doing, honey?” Asten stroked Jackson's head gently with affection.

“As you can see,” the answer is simple.

Actually, Jackson was not angry with Asten, only he was too disappointed in his mother, who had no intention of harming Akash and Shira.

Although, now he is the victim of his mother's crimes, he has no regrets at all. Jackson took this as a rebuke to his mother, for her to stop pursuing her ambition. And although Jackson knew, his mother would not give up easily, he was even ready if one day he had to sacrifice himself again to stop his mother's actions.

“Im sorry Mom yes, Darling. I was too careless to let you do that food exchange game,” said Asten.

Because actually, at the end of the dinner last night, when Baker invited Asten to do a food exchange with Shira, she said, Jackson could not bear to let his mother eat the food he already knew that the food had a cure.

And when Asten was about to eat the mango pudding, Shira, Jackson picked it up and ate it. So that if it is uttered, all Shira food containing the drug is eaten by Jackson all.

And the doctor said, if Jackson almost lost his life, because of the poison he ate in his food at that time, almost made him out of breath because his lungs were tight. However, luckily that night Akash also gave her a poison neutralizer. And thanks to that, Jackson was only exposed to respiratory problems not up to his kidneys.

“Bu.” Jackson.

Asten looked up at his son. “Yes, What's the matter?”

“Bu, can I ask for help to, Mother?” jackson looked at his mother with such a deep and sad look.

“Ask what please, Nak?”

Jackson momentarily fell silent, looking at his mother's two slightly flushed eyes feelingly. “Bu,” he said slowly.

Jackson grabbed his mother's hand, then cupped her with both hands, grasping her quite tightly.

“Bu, please stop all this, Mom,” he said slowly. “I know, Mom did it because she wanted to guarantee my future, but I beg you, Mom, forget about Mom's ambition. My life is enough, Mom, I don't have to do anything else to guarantee my future.”

Asten was quite stunned to hear it, he looked at Jackson with a gaze that was difficult to explain.

“What did you say, Jackson?” ask Asten pretending not to understand.

Jackson mumbled slowly. “I don't know, what bitter things have been through in the past until Mom became like this. But Mom, I'm really grateful, I've been able to live in luxury and all-sufficient, especially I'm very happy because I can live one roof with Mom and Dad. So I beg you, ma'am, stop everything, accept what we have,. Health, wealth, well-being ... dad, and me, is that all not enough for Mom?”

“I'd like to see Mom become a quieter person. Didn't you just enjoy it all? But why do you always worry about the wealth you gave Akash. Didn't Akash deserve more. He's dad's first son, Mom. We should actually be thanking Tessa and Akash's mother. Because of them, we both can still live comfortably.”

Asten was increasingly made fixated, unable to dwell on anything when he heard all the words from his son.

“Ending everything yes, Mom,” continued Jackson with his two teary eyes staring at Asten with affection. Asten was just craved, immersed in his thoughts and feelings.

“Sorry if I speak too presumptuously to, Mother. But, I said all this because I love Mom, I don't want bad things to happen to Mom.”

“Enough Jackson! Don't say anything more to Mom,” replied Asten releasing his hand from Jackson's hand. Makes Jackson a little amazed to see the response from his mother.

Asten stood up from his seat, then picked up his bag with a face that looked agitated. “Mother will be back again, tomorrow. You do not forget to eat,” he said rubbing one cheek Jackson and then leave.

“Bu!”

“Mother!”

Asten quickened his pace, as soon as his son's scream was heard in his ear. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, then sat down in the waiting chair in front of the other room's ward.

He was actually quite satisfied to hear the words of his son earlier, but if considering all the efforts he had done, it felt he was too heavy to comply with Jackson's request.

“Excuse me, Mrs Jackson, I can't,” I'm sobbing, feeling tightness in the chest.

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