NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 319. Mia, Why Are You Acting Like This Again?

Inside Oliver's room at the Ashford Mansion, Mia sat unclothed upon the bed, a champagne flute in her hand. Her gaze was unfocused, her appearance disheveled, with tangled hair and weary eyes—clear evidence of prolonged sleeplessness.

She felt utterly drained, burdened by an overwhelming sense of fatigue and dissatisfaction. A relentless cascade of recent disturbances had culminated in a persistent headache, clouding her thoughts and making it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

The afternoon sun had passed its zenith, yet she remained confined to her bed.

Suddenly, the door swung open, admitting a man with brown hair.

Adam observed Mia with visible concern, letting out a sigh. "Come now, Mia, why are you acting this way again? It's not healthy. You need to lift your spirits. Oliver isn't a child anymore; he'll manage."

"What are you talking about? Of course, I know he'll be fine. It's just... I genuinely don't know where he is or how he's faring, you understand." Mia's voice was a low murmur, laced with worry and apprehension. "I can't help but feel anxious for him. Three whole months have passed; how much longer must we endure this waiting?"

Adam moved closer to the bed, his comforting hand resting on her shoulder as he sat down. "Look, I recognize the immense difficulty you're facing and the depth of your concern, but you cannot remain fixated on this. It benefits no one. Furthermore, Oliver himself would not wish to see you in such a state."

"But Adam, what if something were to befall him? What if he's injured or in peril? I couldn't bear the thought if such a thing occurred." Mia clutched Adam's shirt tightly, her voice thick with sorrow.

Tears welled as she contemplated the dreadful possibilities that might have befallen her cherished son. She yearned to uncover her father's motives for sending him away and for concealing this crucial information. More than anything, she longed for her son's safe return.

Despite her fervent efforts to find answers, each investigation yielded nothing but a dead end. Every attempt to uncover the truth only deepened the mystery, leaving her without any guiding clues.

Consequently, Mia found solace only in brooding and fretting over her son within the confines of his room. She sought proximity to him, even in his absence, desiring to be surrounded by his personal effects. This proximity offered a semblance of connection, allowing her to maintain the illusion that he was still home.

Adam drew the distraught mother into his embrace, his hand gently patting her back in a soothing gesture.

"Hush now, try not to overthink things, okay? Your father wouldn't possibly send our son to a dangerous place. He cherishes him more than anyone. Believe me, Oliver is safe. I'm absolutely certain of it. You'll see him again very soon. So please, stop worrying."

Mia's red-rimmed eyes glistened as she lifted her head to meet Adam's gaze. She nodded slowly, a trickle of tears escaping. "Y-yes, you're right. I'm sure he's okay."

"That's the spirit. Now, try to rest for a bit and don't dwell on it, alright?"

Adam offered a smile and planted a kiss on her forehead. As he rose to leave the room, a knock on the door interrupted his departure.

"Madam, are you within? This is urgent," a servant's voice called from the other side.

Adam opened the door to find a young, bespectacled male servant standing there.

"What is it?" Adam inquired.

"Mr. Adam, sir, Young Master Oliver has returned! He just arrived and is currently making his way into the mansion!"

This announcement sent a jolt through Mia's heart. She leaped from the bed with haste, rushing towards the door. In her eagerness, she shoved Adam aside and dashed past the servant.

She flew down the corridors at top speed, oblivious to the servants, maids, and security personnel she passed. Her haste was so great that she completely forgot to put on any clothes.

However, her attire was the least of her concerns; her sole focus was reuniting with her beloved son, Oliver.

Adam, recovering from his surprise, quickly re-entered the room to grab a bathrobe before chasing after Mia, the mother of his son.

"Mia, wait! Calm down, at least put something on, damn it!"

Meanwhile, Mia hurtled down the staircase, taking the steps two at a time with a frenzied energy as she made for the mansion's main entrance.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body struggling to keep pace with her rapid movements. Her legs felt weak, and a sense of lightheadedness washed over her. Yet, the sheer excitement and longing to see her son fueled her onward, compelling her to continue her frantic run.

Upon reaching her destination, Mia saw the grand, tall wooden double doors of the mansion swung wide open. A line of servants stood at attention, awaiting the arrival of a significant figure.

Everyone was poised to welcome a special individual back home.

However, upon seeing their mistress completely bare, the servants halted in surprise, their gazes fixed upon her undressed form.

But Mia paid them no mind, dismissing their stares entirely. Her complete attention was captured by the figure emerging from the Rolls Royce parked in the driveway, approaching the front porch.

There he was. A good-looking young man, clad in a costly designer suit. A young man with dark hair and brown eyes. A young man with a smile gracing his lips.

Oliver Ashford. Her cherished son.

A broad grin illuminated Mia's face, and tears began to gather at the edges of her eyes as she hurried forward, arms outstretched.

Oliver entered the mansion, and the initial sight that greeted him was his mother, naked and curvaceous, sprinting towards him.

He remained frozen, a look of bewilderment on his face, observing Mia as she rapidly closed the distance, tears flowing freely. Then, before he could fully process it, she launched herself at him, nearly bringing him down with the force of her embrace.

"Oliver!! Baby, it's you! It's really you!! Ahhh!!" Mia cried out with pure joy, holding her son tightly, embracing him with all her might while burying her face in his chest.