"So what?" Hannah sneered. "Your generation is just too old-fashioned. This kind of thing is completely normal for young people like us. What's the big deal?"
She limped toward me, her loose neckline exposing the unmistakable marks on her skin.
The sight of those glaring red stains made my vision blur with rage.
"Ethan, Caleb is in the room next door. Go pay his hospital bill."
Her mother hurriedly grabbed her and when Hannah winced, she immediately switched to supporting her gently.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
"Hannah, why is he still here? And why did you bring him to the hospital?"
"Oh, come on, the bachelor party lasted seven days. He lasted all seven, so now he needs some supplements to recover. It's not a big amount. Ethan, you can cover it, right?"
Hannah stuffed the hospital bill into my hands, smiling as if none of this was out of the ordinary.
"Ethan, you've chased me for so long. You're not really going to get upset over something this trivial, are you? Relax, once you pay the bill, I promise I won't have anything to do with him anymore."
She raised three fingers in mock sincerity. "I swear, okay?"
"I…" My voice was hoarse, my chest tightening with suffocating anger.
My mother-in-law immediately smiled and stuffed 3000 dollars into my hand.
"That’s right. Hannah was just saying goodbye to him, wasn't she? It's just that… well, their way of saying goodbye might be a bit more modern, haha. I have some money here, take it and go pay the bill first, okay?"
