Chapter 3

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My mother sighed, "My dear, I always thought Ethan was cold and unfeeling, not a good match. I'm glad you've come to your senses."

"I know, Mom, I'm not coming back after this trip to Hong Kong. I'll be back in a month once I've taken care of things here."

"Mom will pick you up."

"Okay, see you in a month."

"See who?" The ward door opened, Ethan walked in, carrying a food warmer, a flicker of nervousness in his eyes.

I said calmly, "The Best Actress Award Ceremony in a month, a friend is coming to celebrate with me."

Only then did Ethan seem to remember that I'm an actress, how important my face is to me.

A rare hint of guilt appeared on his face.

"Vivian's young and doesn't understand, she accidentally hurt your face and she was terrified. She's already been punished, don't hold it against her."

I stared at him, almost laughing, "She ruined my face, but she's the one who's terrified. That's punishment? Ethan, what do you think of me?"

He frowned, looking at me incomprehensibly. "I'm serious about marrying you, of course I see you as my future wife, but I didn't expect you, as an elder, to hold such a small mistake against Vivian. You have such a narrow mind, how can you be Vivian's aunt? You should reflect on yourself."

Then he left without looking back.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, suddenly wanting to laugh.

If he really wanted to marry me, why did he let me propose 99 times?

He simply used me as a shield, afraid that his precious niece would suffer any gossip.

But I only realized this simple truth now.

Over the next month, the doctors used the best equipment and medicine, and my face finally healed.

During that month, Ethan didn't visit the hospital once.

He only left me a message, "Vivian is in a bad mood because of you, I need to take her out, don't contact me during this time, reflect on your mistakes, and apologize to her when she's feeling better."

I froze, apparently, people really do want to laugh when they're incredibly speechless.

On Vivian's social media, he was wearing an apron, cooking for her.

He told me his hands were for scalpel, to speak for the dead, so I did all the housework, my hands calloused and yet I had no complaints.

Now, those precious hands were busy with mundane tasks, feeding Vivian spoonful by spoonful.

My heart, which I thought would break, finally became numb, no longer able to stir any ripples.

I took a deep breath, put down my phone, and let go of my obsession with Ethan.