"That's what love is—careful and gentle. Even when facing life and death situation, he was still thinking about Sienna. We, the onlookers, were all moved by Mr. Scott's devotion. So, of course, Sienna must feel the same way. Mr. Scott is truly the best man in the world."
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Elena's eyes.
Love? Sienna had always just used Ethan. After all this chaos, she was the first to distance herself. Ethan's love for her seemed more like food for the dogs.
As usual, Elena returned to the hospital. Ethan had already woken up, and Sienna was in front of him, crying and putting on an act.
She didn’t need to listen to know that Ethan would forgive her as always, even though the accident was caused directly by Sienna deliberately leading paparazzi to follow them.
"Ethan, I really want to stay here and take care of you, but my work schedule is packed, and I just can't get away. You won’t be upset with me, right?"
Sienna was the most skilled actress Elena had ever seen.
Whenever she and Ethan came home, Sienna would purposely leave the door slightly ajar, just enough for Elena to see inside. She would also send Elena every little detail of her and Ethan’s relationship, complaining about how many gifts Ethan had bought her.
Elena never once replied.
Ethan noticed Elena standing at the door and gave her a knowing smile. "Why are you standing out there? Come in."
Elena faltered slightly. Had he forgotten?
Before the accident, she and Ethan had had a huge argument. When she found out he was about to marry Sienna, she lost control, crying and asking why she couldn’t be the one he loved.
His response had been full of disbelief and anger. "Elena! Your mother entrusted you to my care! I have a responsibility to look after you! I’m so much older than you—I'm your elder! How could you even think of liking an elder?"
"But there are so many older men with younger women now, and you’re not old at all..."
For the first time in years, Ethan spoke sharply to her. "If you keep talking nonsense like that, get out! And don’t ever come back!"
"Ellie?" Ethan’s voice snapped Elena back to reality as he called her over to the bedside. His gaze landed on the thermos she was holding.
It was the soup she had spent the entire afternoon making just for him.