"It’s not that I don’t trust you—it’s that you don’t trust yourself. Rather than saying I abandoned you, it would be more accurate to say you’ve abandoned yourself. Jean, causing a scene like this will only make things more awkward. It won’t change the outco."
She shook her head violently. "It will! Ethan Ellsworth, choose— or her. If you choose her, I’ll jump from here. I’ll die for you to see! I refuse to accept this. You loved for so many years, how can you just say you don’t love anymore?"
Ethan Ellsworth, afraid of agitating her, could only say, "Co over here so we can talk properly, alright?"
"I’m not coming over! If we’re going to talk, we’ll say everything right here!"
Helpless, Ethan Ellsworth waited in silence for a few minutes. Mrs. and Mr. Grant arrived. They had already called Quentin Grant and told him to co back.
Mrs. Ellsworth and Mr. Ellsworth also rushed over. Chloe Marshall didn’t get out of the car, afraid that her presence would agitate Jean Grant even more.
"Jean! What are you doing?!" Mrs. Grant was practically about to faint, overco with anger and fear.
"Jean! Whatever it is that you can’t get over, just co here first so we can talk, okay?" Mrs. Ellsworth added, trying to coax her gently.
"I don’t believe a word you say! Ellsworth, you used to like so much, but now you do nothing but help Chloe Marshall. I don’t believe you!"
After saying this, Jean Grant looked at Ethan Ellsworth. "Say sothing! Do you want , or do you want Chloe Marshall?"
The question was an ultimatum: choose Chloe Marshall, and she would jump; choose her, and she would co over.
She was threatening him with her own death.
This deeply wounded Ethan Ellsworth. He hated this. He liked to pursue what he wanted; otherwise, he wouldn’t have loved her for so many years.
Tears stread down Mrs. Grant’s face. She grabbed Ethan Ellsworth’s arm and pleaded, "Ellsworth, hurry up and say you choose her. Just get her to co over first, then we can talk."
Mrs. Ellsworth stood to the side, silent.
Mr. Ellsworth chid in, "Ellsworth, just get her to co over first."
Ethan Ellsworth looked up at her. "I choose you. Co over."
But Jean Grant seed to see right through him. "You’re all in on this together! Ethan Ellsworth, call the entertainnt dia right now and make a global announcent. Only then will I co over!"
Ethan Ellsworth turned his head to glance at Chloe Marshall in the car. She nodded at him, signaling that she didn’t mind.
He nodded. "Alright."
He personally made the call and broke the story.
The news spread rapidly, blowing up online.
Jean Grant saw the news on her phone and finally dropped her guard, preparing to go over.
However, after taking just a few steps, she noticed Chloe Marshall in the car.
"Who told you to bring her! Make her get lost! I don’t want to see her!"
In Ethan Ellsworth’s eyes, this Jean Grant was an absolute lunatic.
He said calmly, "We’re a long way from the city. It would take her all day to walk back."
Jean Grant beca agitated. "No! Make her leave!"
Afraid her daughter would really do sothing, Mrs. Grant ran over to Ethan Ellsworth’s car. "You need to leave this place right now!"
Mrs. Ellsworth tried to reason with her. "She can’t drive. How is she supposed to get back from this far out?!"
Mrs. Grant had lost all reason. "I don’t care! If anything happens to our Jean, she’s the one to bla!"
Mrs. Ellsworth was too angry to argue. She turned to Chloe and said, "Chloe, how about you wait for us at the intersection up ahead? We’ll pick you up after we get her in the car, alright?"
Chloe Marshall opened the door. "Okay."
She started walking down the road.
By all rights, Jean Grant should have co over now, but she didn’t move.
"Jean, she’s gone. Hurry and co over!"
Tears stread down Jean Grant’s face. "Ethan Ellsworth, do you still love ? Tell ."
Ethan Ellsworth clenched his fists. He couldn’t just watch her die.
"I love you. Co over." His heart trembled as he spoke the words.
’I did love you once, but that was a long ti ago.’
’Are the words "I love you" really that important?’
’If saying them can save a life, then why not?’
’I’ve put on this act so many tis before. What’s one more?’
Seeing that she still didn’t move, Ethan Ellsworth had no choice but to slowly approach and pull her back.
Jean Grant threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Don’t leave ."
Ethan Ellsworth turned and, holding her hand, walked toward their parents.
With tears welling in her eyes, Mrs. Grant said, "Jean, you’re being so foolish!"
Jean Grant laughed. Reeking of alcohol, she seed like a little girl. "I knew Ethan Ellsworth wouldn’t just abandon ."
Mrs. Ellsworth was speechless, but finally said, "Jean, you’re a grown woman. How can you be so childish? What do you think would have happened if our Ellsworth hadn’t co?"
"I knew he would co."
It was pure conviction.
Mrs. Ellsworth waved her hand dismissively. "Alright, let’s all get in the cars."
Jean Grant sat in the front passenger seat. Even in the car, she refused to let go of Ethan Ellsworth’s hand.
The three cars drove away.
Chloe Marshall was sitting by the intersection, leaning against a large tree, waiting for the car. As they drove past, Jean Grant saw her again.
Ethan Ellsworth stopped the car, but Jean Grant grabbed him, refusing to let him get out.
Ethan Ellsworth shook her off and got out anyway.
Jean Grant imdiately got out of the car after him.
"Chloe, we’re heading back."
Chloe Marshall stood up and nodded. "Okay."
On the entire drive back, she sat in the back seat, watching Jean Grant cling tightly to her boyfriend’s arm. She didn’t get a chance to say a single word to Ethan Ellsworth.
The car arrived at an upscale apartnt complex.
「It was already noon.」
Chloe Marshall went ho first. Ethan Ellsworth and the Grants stayed to talk with Jean Grant. After they counseled her for a while, she fell asleep.
Only then was Ethan Ellsworth able to slip away.
Afraid that sothing might happen to Jean Grant, Mrs. Grant decided to stay and keep an eye on her.
Ethan Ellsworth left Jean Grant’s apartnt and parked his car in front of Quentin Grant’s place.
He then walked to the apartnt across the hall.
After exiting the elevator, he hesitated for a mont before ringing the doorbell.
The door opened quickly. Without a word, Chloe Marshall threw her arms around him.
Ethan Ellsworth hugged her back, closed the door, and tipped her chin up with one hand. "Are you angry?"
Chloe Marshall shook her head. "I just feel that when a woman has a breakdown, she only lashes out at the people who care about her. She does it because she knows you could never bring yourself to abandon her."
"Jean has had a superiority complex since she was a child. She’s always believed that she’s the only one who gets to end things. Maybe she just can’t accept that I was the one who initiated the breakup."
Chloe Marshall stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. "Boss Ellsworth, love is selfish. It doesn’t tolerate a third person. I won’t give you up to her. As long as you love , I will never be the one to let go of your hand."
Ethan Ellsworth wrapped his arms around her waist, replying, "That’s for the best."
He began peppering kisses across her forehead, her face, and her ears.
His unique scent was scorchingly close.
Chloe Marshall’s eyes grew hazy. As she lay there, gazing at him so close, she was overco by an uncontrollable wave of emotion.
Though shy, she still said, "Boss Ellsworth, you are the man I love more than anything. I’m willing to bet my entire life on you. I’ll marry no one else."
If it had been any other girl, Ethan Ellsworth would have scoffed. ’"Marry no one else?" What century is this?’
But this girl... the one right in front of him.
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