Chapter 983: How do you want us to take responsibility?

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying you don't know what you've done?!" Mrs. Bewell spat out angrily from the side, her heart soured at the thought that her son might never stand on his legs again.

Ever since she became the legitimate wife of the Bewell family, she had taken great pride in her son. Now, her most outstanding son was possibly going to be crippled for life, and she simply couldn't accept it.

Camila Walker turned her head and looked at Mrs. Bewell, then retorted, "I did not!" After saying that, she turned back, incredulously looking at Aiden Bewell on the hospital bed, "Aiden Bewell, you know best what happened yesterday afternoon. I only smashed your head with a wine bottle in self-defense. When did I ever leave you covered in injuries!?"

Aiden Bewell lifted his eyelids, glancing at her as she struggled to calm her anger.