So why did he still act like he didn’t know?
As I wrestled with these questions, I heard the sound of the door unlocking.
I looked up and saw Ethan walk in with Lily, who was dressed to the nines.
They didn’t even bother to close the door before they started kissing passionately.
“Ethan, you secretly handled her mother’s body. What if she finds out?” Lily asked with fake concern.
“So what if she does? That woman chased me like a dog for three years.
If it weren’t for her family’s money and what they could do for me, do you think I would’ve married her?”
Ethan smirked, holding Lily by the waist.
“Besides, I took a huge risk for you today. How do you plan to thank me?”
In that moment, everything became clear to me.
Ethan had been afraid that I would request an autopsy and sue his precious intern.
So he had used his influence at the hospital to cremate his own mother’s body without my consent.
As a doctor, did he not understand that this wasn’t just unethical—it was criminal?
Lily giggled, “How do you want me to thank you? I’m already all yours—whatever you want, you can have.”
Ethan grinned, scooped her up in a bridal carry, and started toward the bedroom—
Only to stop dead when he saw me standing in the doorway, phone in hand, staring at them with narrowed eyes.
“Sophia, what are you doing here?” Ethan blurted, his face draining of color.
“This is my house. Why wouldn’t I be here?”
I gave them a cold smile.
“Don’t mind me. Go on.”
“Sophia, your mother just passed away, and you’re not at the vigil? What kind of daughter are you?”
Ethan set Lily down, his face dark and accusing.
Seeing him try to play the victim made me so furious I could barely breathe.
I wanted to rip him apart and see what kind of heart he had left in his chest.
He had the audacity to bring his intern into our home and do this—and then to question me?
“Sophia, good, you’re here.”
Ethan suddenly said coldly.
“The hospital couldn’t reach your family, so your mother’s body couldn’t be processed.
I signed the death certificate on your behalf.”
As he spoke, Ethan Walker handed me a cardboard box wrapped in a plastic bag.
“This is your mother’s ashes. Saves me the trouble of bringing them to you.”
I had already expected he wouldn’t treat his own mother’s ashes with any dignity.
But when I saw the torn, flimsy packaging and the ashes spilling everywhere as he handed it over, my rage broke free.