Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 12

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 12

Nick was hurt.

On the way to take Nick away from the Charleston estate, Alex was involved in a car accident.

A drunk driver had crashed into their car.

It happened completely unexpectedly.

I didn’t even have time to think.

I moved purely on instinct and rushed into the assistant’s car.

The assistant glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he said nothing.

The car rushed toward the private hospital.

But my mind was completely blank.

Nick was my child.

Even if…

even if he had lied to me together with Alex…

I still couldn’t accept him getting hurt.

When we arrived at the hospital, Alex’s assistant immediately took me for an emergency blood test.

A blood transfusion…

The thought of Nick lying there.

The thought of him losing blood right now.

My eyes almost filled with tears.

I didn’t dare imagine how serious his injuries were.

After the blood draw, I walked out and immediately saw Alex.

He stood at the end of the emergency hallway.

The Charleston heir who was always perfectly calm and untouchable…

was now covered in blood.

I couldn’t tell whose blood it was.

“Lena…”

“Nick…”

The moment I heard his voice, the fear and anger I had been holding back finally broke through my control.

I didn’t even know where my strength came from.

I rushed forward and slapped Alex across the face.

Smack!

The sound echoed through the quiet hospital hallway.

My hand trembled uncontrollably.

I could barely stay on my feet.

“Alex.”

“How long are you going to keep this act up?”

“Nick is your son!”

“Why couldn’t you give him your blood first?”

“Why did you have to wait for me to come?”

“Do you even have a heart?”

I grabbed his collar.

Tears fell one after another.

The blood on his clothes smeared across my hands.

Just then, a doctor’s voice suddenly came from behind me.

“Mrs. Charleston.”

“We’ve completed the blood type test and parentage test.”

“Mr. Charleston is not the child’s biological father.”

For a moment, I thought I had heard wrong.

“What did you say?”

I heard my own voice.

“What do you mean…”

“He’s not the child’s biological father?”

The doctor pushed his glasses up.

His eyes moved between Alex and me.

He seemed to realize he had said something he shouldn’t have.

He quickly added,

“There may have been a mistake in the hospital records.”

“I’ll confirm it again.”

The doctor turned to leave.

But I grabbed his arm.

“Explain.”

“Nick’s blood type doesn’t match Alex’s.”

“He’s not Nick’s father.”

“Then whose child is Nick?”

My voice was strangely calm.

So calm that even I found it unfamiliar.

The doctor instinctively looked toward Alex, as if waiting for his response.

But Alex wasn’t looking at the doctor.

His eyes stayed on me.

Those deep eyes held too many emotions I couldn’t understand.

“Elena.”

He called my name softly.

I didn’t respond.

“Elena.”

Alex called again.

His voice was even lower this time.

“This matter…”

“We’ll talk about this when we get back to the estate.”