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When Ethan saw me come in, he stopped
packing, “Sit.”
From his expression, I knew he wanted to talk
to me, telling me about caring for children,
not arguing with them, and apologizing, etc.
I obediently sat down, took a piece of paper,
wiped the wound on my head, and handed it
to him.
A spot of blood was clearly visible on the
paper.
Ethan’s words caught in his throat, his face
turning pale and red, looking very
uncomfortable.
“I’ll sleep in the living room tonight.”
I took my bedding and opened the door.
“Wait,” Ethan grabbed me.
“You can sleep in here, why go out?”
Thinking I was angry about what happened
earlier, he sighed and pulled me back.
“Lily is just a child, and Linda didn’t mean to.
You’re an adult, don’t argue with a child.”
“A guest is a guest, I know you don’t like
Linda, but she’s not having an easy time. Don’t be petty, okay?”
I sneered, “So you took them in, and said it
was my idea?”
Ethan’s breath hitched, he opened his mouth,
but couldn’t speak.
I laughed.
See, no matter how plausible the words, the
inner turmoil and dirty thoughts couldn’t fool
anyone.
Out of respect for his parents, I didn’t want
to ruin his career.
But this was the only way.
