Not even a minute later, my phone rang.
It was Ethan.
“Sophia Reed, what the hell is this supposed to mean?”
He barked angrily.
I was just about to say, “Since you’ve already confessed your love to her, I’ll step aside,” but he cut me off—
“I’m warning you, Lily’s post has nothing to do with your mother’s death!
If you dare to come to the hospital and ruin her future, I swear I’ll divorce you!”
Then he hung up.
I stood frozen, staring at the phone.
My heart, which was already numb, split open with pain.
I had thought he called because of the divorce papers.
But no—he just wanted to protect his mistress.
“Ethan, your mother’s body is still lying in the hospital morgue, and you have the nerve to go on a date? Aren’t you afraid of karma?”
I gritted my teeth and texted him.
But a red exclamation mark appeared next to the message.
He had blocked me.
I laughed bitterly.
Fine. If he didn’t care about his own mother, why should I care about anything anymore?
I had fallen for him because of his supposed filial piety, but even that had been a lie.
When Ethan was young, his father had racked up gambling debts, abandoned his wife and kids, and disappeared, leaving Mrs. Walker to raise Ethan and his baby sister alone, enduring endless hardships to make him who he was today.
Even yesterday, when Mrs. Walker felt unwell, she didn’t want to come to the hospital—she didn’t want to worry her son.
I had been the one who forced her to come to St. Mary’s Medical Center and called Ethan myself.
He had impatiently told me he was off duty and to find another doctor.
After I begged him again and again, Ethan reluctantly came.
When he arrived, Lily was with him.
By then, Mrs. Walker had already completed her CT scan.
Ethan didn’t even step into the room. He just glanced at the scan and snapped, “You called me for this? Such a small issue?”
He told me to leave everything to him and walked away with Lily.
I still trusted his medical skills.
After all, Mrs. Walker’s stroke was not severe, and we had brought her in quickly.
She should have been fine with proper thrombolysis.
But instead, I got the news that she had died from a sudden brain bleed.
And Ethan still thought the patient was my mother.
Clearly, he hadn’t been the one treating her—he hadn’t even looked at the chart.
Her chart clearly had Mrs. Walker’s name on it!
Her body had been at the hospital for a full day.
They should have notified her family by now.