My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 1511

Chapter 1511 I Couldn't Wake You Up

Then the wooden door with intricate patterns shattered.

The world became blurred again. Byron smelled the disinfectant and heard a whimper in his ear.

"Byron, I didn't want to turn you into this. I'm just angry... Your grandma is too cruel. She insisted on giving you all the shares and letting you take my place. I'm your mom, and this is my life's work. I don't want to be replaced... I just want you to be injured so that you wouldn't inherit the company so soon. I never thought I would hurt you so badly!

"Please forgive me..."

After a while, she spoke again, "In fact, it is your fault. Why are you so intelligent? Why don't you hide your abilities? Why do you just listen to your grandma? And why can't you stand on my side? You are still so young. Isn't it good to inherit the family business after ten or twenty years?" Her voice was full of resentment.

Byron felt a pain in his heart and couldn't breathe.

A blurred scene appeared behind him.

A thin, old woman seemed to sit on the sofa, a teenager standing before her.

"You've made me a monster! Mom will hate me if she knows it! She won't love me anymore!"

"She didn't love you at all." The old woman said sternly and mercilessly, "Byron, you are my hope, not a monster. It turns out I was right. Now you have grown up so brilliant and intelligent. You're at the top of the pyramid now, and there's no kid smarter than you!"

"No!" The boy shouted, "I will no longer be at your mercy, nor will I become the heir of Crawford Group!"

"Snapped!"

The boy was slapped in the face.

"Good! If you give up being the heir of Crawford Group, then Lola will become a complete disaster in my eyes, and I will drive her out of Crawford Group immediately! If you don't want to be the heir, many people will beg me to support them! Essentially, I'm not a Crawford, so I don't have to defend the position of the heir for the Crawford family!"

The boy stood there.

Byron could feel his bewilderment and helplessness.

"Don't..." The boy spoke dryly with a crying voice.

"I take back what I said just now. Please don't vent your anger on Mom..."

The scene in front of Byron dissipated like smoke again.

Byron felt a splitting headache as if he had suddenly returned to that hospital bed.

He could hear voices around him but couldn't move.

Time seemed to be stretched out at this very moment.

His mother came less and less often.

His grandma whispered in his ear that Lola had already gone back to the company and seized the time to consolidate her position. "Byron!"

From afar, there was a familiar yet strange call.

The moment Byron heard her voice, his soul trembled violently.

"Byron..."

Byron opened his eyes wearily.

And Athena's nervous face caught his eye.

"What's wrong?" Byron asked tiredly.

Athena immediately hugged him. "You scared me. I couldn't wake you up no matter how I tried!"

Strictly speaking, it was Byron who talked gibberish in his sleep, and seemed painful.

Athena awoke and tried to wake him up but couldn't...

Byron hugged Athena and patted her on the back lightly. "I was just dreaming. It's okay. Don't be afraid..."

How could Athena not be afraid?

Although Byron was back, she still felt like walking on eggshells until he was well again!