Ethan turned to me in disbelief, hurt flashing in his eyes. “Elizabeth, how could you betray me?”
Taking advantage of the moment, I pulled Charles over and hid the fragile boy behind me, protecting him from further harm.
Then something caught my eye.
I sneered, rolling my eyes dramatically, and pointed to a woman upstairs. “Oh, spare me! And who was the one who swore he didn’t love her but still ended up in bed with her?”
Ethan and Charles both froze, turning their heads in unison to where I pointed.
Delia sat silently on the third-floor railing, her red dress torn from the night before, tears streaming down her face.
She gazed at Ethan with heartbreak, sobbing uncontrollably.
Ethan had once promised me, or rather, the original Elizabeth, that marrying Delia was purely a necessity and that he would never touch her.
He’d said that once he took full control of the family business, he would divorce her and give Elizabeth a grand wedding.
Now, seeing the barely hidden tenderness in his eyes for Delia, I didn’t bother hiding my disdain.
“Hah!”
Before you start pointing fingers at others, maybe take a good look at yourself first.
Those obvious marks are all over you, especially those scratch marks on your chest – who wouldn’t be able to guess what happened?
Acting all devoted when you clearly can’t keep it in your pants?
Please, you’re just a two-faced player.
Ugh, what a pathetic jerk!
I spat in disgust. “From now on, there’s nothing between us.”
Throwing down those parting words, I grabbed my shoes off the floor and prepared to leave Ethan’s mansion.
Just as I reached the doorway, I paused, as if struck by a thought.
Turning back, I gently poked Charles’s chest and asked softly, “Do you… want to come with me?”
After all, he was my responsibility now. If he stayed, who knows if Ethan might continue to bully him?
There was no way this soft, clueless puppy would stand a chance against Ethan’s ruthless temper.
I’d hate to see him get torn apart.
The boy, still teary-eyed, blinked up at me, his thick lashes wet with tears. “Huh?”
Realizing what I meant, he quickly wiped his eyes and grabbed my hand, as if terrified I’d change my mind. Taking tiny, shuffling steps, he hid behind me, looking so helpless and fragile.
He clung to my arm, his wide eyes shining with uncertainty, just like a puppy testing his boundaries. “Will you... feed me?” he asked hesitantly.