The shaless look made Serena Sullivan smile, and when her eyes reddened again, she rcilessly raised her hand and slapped Ethan Grant across the face.
"Get out!"
The slap resounded crisply, and Serena’s strength was not light, leaving a clear mark on Ethan’s face.
"Go ahead, hit ."
Ethan gazed at Serena, speaking softly, "Hit to death."
The harder Serena hit him, the better he felt, fearing most that she wouldn’t talk to him.
Serena looked down, disdainfully observing Ethan’s face, having lost interest.
"Ethan, does this amuse you?"
"You know very well why I ca back!"
"I know," Ethan answered.
"So, what right do you have to care about my future?"
"My future has already been destroyed by you, by The Grant Family." Serena’s tone grew sharp, a barrier between her and Ethan not just the car accident, the unanswered calls, but the accident itself.
She never believed that accident was an accident, even if the police had proven it was.
"Serena." Ethan called, his hand resting on her legs, gently squeezing them.
Lately, he’d taken over another job from Nurse Ann, finding ti to massage Serena’s legs.
"I won’t let anyone hurt you."
"Including The Grant Family."
As he massaged, he spoke lightly.
When he ntioned "The Grant Family," his tone was extrely bland, as if The Grant Family had nothing to do with him, as if he was never one of them.
Seeing the bloodlust in his eyes, Serena sotis really thought Ethan was insane.
Even if The Grant Family orchestrated the accident, would he really destroy them, send The Grant Family to prison!
Yes, that’s what the crazy Ethan thought.
No one can hurt Serena, including himself.
Grandfather Sullivan’s funeral was quickly held, and those who ca to The Sullivan Residence were not only employees of The Sullivan Corporation and Sullivan relatives but also his forr students.
Before going into business, the old man was a scholar and a renowned painter and calligrapher in Solaria.
Many families of high society sent their sons and daughters to the Sullivans for the old man to teach.
With such connections, when The Sullivan Corporation started developing, it went smoothly.
As the funeral began, Serena donned a black dress and went over, though she had severed mother-daughter ties with Claire Sullivan, the old man remained her grandfather.
Claire knew this, so she didn’t stop her from coming to pay respects to the old man.
Before the portrait, Zoe Quinn knelt sorrowfully beside Claire, taking the place of Serena as the granddaughter.
So when Serena appeared, relatives there for the old man started to gossip.
For instance, that once the old man passed away, Serena left the ward and never showed up again.
Like how Serena was too cold, not shedding even a single tear.
How a real granddaughter was still no match for a step-granddaughter.
Serena had grown numb to these words.
Ethan listened with an ugly expression, wanting to make a scene.
Serena feared he’d have an "episode," warning him not to create trouble.
This was her grandfather’s funeral, how could she disturb his peace over trivial matters.
Ethan had to hold back, but he rembered every person who spoke the harshest against Serena, planning to take revenge later.
"Mrs. Quinn, please accept my condolences." Finished with the tribute, Serena addressed Claire Sullivan, who was crying.
Claire paused when she heard the title, the state of affairs between mother and daughter now was not anyone’s fault.
The old man had hoped on his deathbed for her and Serena to reconcile.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but Serena no longer wished to.
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