The hospital room door was knocked twice and pushed open. The person who came in was none other than Lisa.

Even in the late hours, Lisa was impeccable. Adorned in luxurious attire and jewelry, she exuded an aristocratic charm. Mason silently observed her, his slender fingers gripping a certain photograph.

She stood at the doorway, her gaze fell upon the photo held by her son. The mother and son shared a deep connection. At this moment, Lisa knew exactly what was going through his mind.

She turned to the servant who had followed her and said, "Henrietta, wait outside."

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Henrietta hastily retreated and closed the door behind her.

Lisa, sitting down gracefully on the couch, studied her son. Coming from an aristocratic family, she had experienced her husband's betrayal and infidelity at a young age, leaving her heart cold.

In the dim light, her face carried a hint of harshness. She looked at her son and said, "I heard from that Zoe went to a bar, got into