Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Calling Him Alex

"Let’s head inside," Marina said as she led Justin’s way.

"You look like Alex," Marina commented. "I hope she recognises you."

Justin hummed, and they entered the home. A middle-aged servant, who seemed to be the caretaker of this place, welcomed them.

She looked at Justin and then at Marina. "Madam, the young master looks just like his father."

Marina smiled. "Of course, Vera," and asked, "Is Serena awake?"

Vera nodded. "She is in the rear garden. Doesn’t seem to want to sleep at the moment."

Marina nodded and said to Justin, "Follow me."

She took Justin toward the other side of the drawing room. Vera opened the door for them, which led to the rear garden. It was a beautiful place filled with greenery, and as it was evening, the numerous lights had brightened it up beautifully like shining jewels.

There was a woman sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped in a shawl, staring toward the garden blankly. Her frame was weak, her hair slightly gray, and her eyes dull as if she held no life in them.

Before going to her, Marina explained, "Since that day when she lost your father and her kids, she has gone into shock and doesn’t react to much. She was badly hurt with multiple wounds and bullets in her body and was somehow saved from the brink of death, but she is still caught in the shock of her loss. And after giving birth to another child, it only worsened. She’s more like a living person without a soul left in her. If she doesn’t respond to you, don’t mind it."

Justin nodded slightly and went toward her with Marina, while Vera stayed back.

"Serena, see who’s here. Your son, Aiden," Marina said, but there was no reaction from the other woman.

Justin stepped ahead and knelt in front of the woman, finally catching her attention as she saw him. As he knelt down, her gaze followed his face as if she recognised him. In a moment, her eyes turned moist as she said in a weak voice, "A...le...x..."

Justin simply looked at her as she mistook him for her dead husband, but that was a good sign as well. Though he had no memory of her, he got that familiar feeling from her—that she didn’t feel like someone unknown.

"Alex..." this time she said in a clearer voice. Her hand moved toward his face as she caressed it. "Alex..."

It was as if she could say nothing more than that one word.

The way she looked at him, the depth of longing in her eyes, one could see how much she still loved that man. She was in worst situation of her physical and mental health, but there was one person she couldn’t forget anymore- Alexander Riverdale.

Justin finally spoke, "Yes, Alex."

Tears rolled down her eyes as she continued to look at him, as if he would disappear if she looked away even for a moment. Her lips trembled to say more, but no words could come out.

Justin held her hand in his. It was the first time he was showing compassion to the woman he was meeting for the first time—as per his memories—but it didn’t feel foreign at all. That weak and cold palm felt as if he had held this hand before, but the only difference was it used to be warm before.

"It’s cold outside. You should be inside the home," Justin said to her. "Your hands are cold."

"It’s time for her medicine as well," Marina said. "And she needs to sleep."

"I am taking you back to your room," Justin said, his tone soft.

Serena simply nodded while Justin stood up and pushed her wheelchair inside the home. Inside her room, Justin helped her sit on the bed, and Vera offered her the medicines. As usual, like a quiet girl, she took her medicines. All the while, her gaze was fixed only on Justin.

Justin made her lie on the bed, and Vera covered her with the blanket.

Just as Justin was about to move away, his hand was held. He looked at the woman, who called him once more, "Alex."

From her gaze, he could understand she didn’t want him to go.

"Medicines will take effect and she will fall asleep soon," Marina said.

Justin understood and sat at the edge of the bed, letting her hold his hand. She continued to stare at him, her eyes slowly turning heavy until they closed in the end.

Once Justin made sure Serena had fallen asleep, he freed his hand from her hold and tucked her hand inside the blanket. Just as he stood up, he saw a portrait of his father on the wall opposite the bed. In that portrait, Alexander was young, and no doubt his two sons resembled him greatly.

Once outside the room, Marina said, "It’s the first time since that incident that I’ve heard her say something. She hasn’t spoken for years, so maybe it would be difficult for her to talk all of a sudden."