Chapter 70
Ethan Sullivan’s brows furrowed sharply. “Grandmother, what do you mean by that?”
“What do I mean?”
The elderly Mrs. Sullivan glared at him with icy fury. “I know everything about how you helped outsiders bully Evelyn! What use is a husband who turns against his own wife?”
Ethan’s gaze darkened as he fixed Evelyn with a piercing stare. “You told Grandmother about this?”
Mrs. Sullivan immediately shielded Evelyn behind her. “How dare you question her? Listen well—from today onward, you stay away from Evelyn! The divorce papers will be delivered to your office tomorrow!”
“Grandmother!”
Ethan’s face turned stormy. Divorce had never crossed his mind.
“Don’t call me that! I have no grandson like you!”
With that, Mrs. Sullivan took Evelyn’s hand and walked away.
After settling Evelyn in her room, Mrs. Sullivan held her hand tenderly. “Evelyn, I won’t let that wretched boy hurt you anymore. I’ve realized you two are truly incompatible. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Evelyn’s eyes reddened slightly. “Thank you, Grandmother.”
“Silly child, I should be thanking you. If not for you, Ethan would never have walked again. It’s a shame that fool is blind to your worth.”
Evelyn shook her head gently. “I did everything willingly. Your support means the world to me.”
“Enough with the thanks!” Mrs. Sullivan patted her hand. “You must be exhausted. Get some rest.”
The moment the door closed, all warmth vanished from Mrs. Sullivan’s face.
If she hadn’t checked the surveillance footage on a whim, she would never have seen Isabella and Lily ganging up on Evelyn—with Ethan forcing Evelyn to apologize!
As she approached her own room, she found Ethan standing like a statue outside her door.
“Do you understand your mistake now?” Mrs. Sullivan demanded coldly.
Ethan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Grandmother, you shouldn’t have agreed to help Evelyn with the div—”
Slap!
A sharp crack echoed through the hallway.
“Ethan Sullivan! Is this how you treat your wife?” Mrs. Sullivan trembled with rage.
A vivid handprint bloomed on Ethan’s cheek. He clenched his fists, his entire body radiating cold fury.
“Who nursed you day and night during those two years you were paralyzed? Who searched high and low for doctors?” Mrs. Sullivan’s voice broke with emotion. “If Isabella truly loved you, where was she when you needed her most?”
Ethan remained silent for a moment. “She was abroad. The news of my marriage to Evelyn… shocked her.”
“And you!” Mrs. Sullivan’s voice rose. “Why did you start acting inappropriately with Isabella the moment she returned?”
“That’s not true.” Ethan frowned. “Evelyn misunderstood.”
Mrs. Sullivan laughed bitterly. “Still lying! Who lent your marital home to Isabella? Who escorted her to every social event?”
Crash!
The sound of something heavy hitting the floor came from behind them.
Both turned to see Evelyn standing at the corridor’s bend, her face deathly pale.
