"At that ti, her family strongly opposed us, and her mother kept trying to stop us from seeing each other."
Ethan Grant chuckled as he recalled, lifting his glass to take a big sip of wine.
"The more they resisted, the stronger our resolve to be together beca. I didn’t care if my family cut off my source of inco. No money? I’d go out and earn it myself."
"So we rented an apartnt outside and started living together."
The words "living together" made Mr. Sterling wrinkle his brow, giving Ethan a cold stare.
Ethan acted as if he hadn’t noticed and continued speaking.
"Life was a bit poorer than before, but it was obvious—we both could make money on our own, and we were earning more and more."
"Looking at the situation at that ti, if we carried on like that, our life would surely have been very happy."
As Ethan spoke, he took another sip of wine. The wine was astringent, not palatable, just like smoke—which always choked his heart and lungs.
But he liked it.
Because, if he hadn’t ntioned breaking up later, he and Serena would have had a ho and children.
"I broke it off! Because I felt she didn’t love enough."
"It’s because I broke it off that she got into a car accident!"
Ethan’s voice beca increasingly faint, tinged with imnse pain.
The incident from four years ago, Serena never brought it up again; she was willing to give him another chance and start anew.
She let it go, but Ethan could never.
"But for , she wouldn’t have had the accident. If it wasn’t because I didn’t pick up the phone, she wouldn’t have lost the child or her legs. It’s my fault!"
Ethan said forcefully, turning to look at the expressionless Mr. Sterling, "Mr. Sterling, it’s normal that you don’t like ."
As a father, one cannot possibly let his daughter be with soone who has hurt her again.
What’s more, the injury Serena suffered wasn’t minor.
"But I am willing to use a lifeti to make ands!"
"If she can’t stand, I’ll be her crutch!"
"If she’s not in this world, I’ll accompany her there."
Ethan spoke each word clearly; Mr. Sterling could tell from his eyes that he wasn’t just saying it.
So people take love so seriously, offering their life and everything just to make the other person live well.
"This is my reason for objecting," Mr. Sterling said, glancing at Ethan before pulling out a piece of paper from the inner pocket of his suit and handing it to him.
Ethan looked at the paper Mr. Sterling handed with confusion, and when he opened it, he found it was his dical record.
So!
How did these dical records end up in Mr. Sterling’s hands!
The psychological clinic he found was too unreliable!
Ethan’s expression turned unattractive; having such matters concerning a man’s dignity known by his father-in-law was a bit embarrassing!
"Does Serena know about this?"
Mr. Sterling’s voice rang out, asking.
He invited Ethan over to discuss this matter.
Serena ca as well, but he didn’t want to say it in front of her.
This report, he paid a hefty price for, never imagining that the seemingly perfect Ethan was so wasted inside.
Marriage is definitely not just a psychological alignnt but a physical one too, unless the wife isn’t married out of love.
"She knows."
Ethan’s voice was faint, the appearance of the dical record instantly making him feel diminished in front of his father-in-law.
"I am under treatnt, and the results are quite good."
Such things are hard to speak about; anyway, he feels he’s recovering well.
"If you’re incapacitated for life, would you really let Serena live as a widow forever?"
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