However, that afternoon, he managed to come back to take care of Olivia, who just had a low fever.
Olivia also commented on his caring movement, praising the efforts he had spent to come back from a distant city.
Looking at their backs leaning against each other, even though I had been totally disappointed by Ethan, I found myself still aching for his betrayal.
Because the memory that he was out of control and kissed me excitedly when he came back and found I had recovered from the high fever was indelible.
At that time, I thought that after almost losing me, he would cherish me more.
But now, I had realized that his caring reaction to me was just out of the guilt and compensation after cheating on me!
It was so fucking disgusting!
I was heartbroken over the loss of David, with whom I had depended for decades.
My love for Ethan and the last attachment to the happiness in the past had all gone at that moment.
I had been busy with David's funeral these days and couldn't spare my energy to deal with other things.
Since the cemetery was in short supply, I had to wait for several days.
Early in the morning, I held his bone ashes and prepared to bury him.
Unexpectedly, the moment I opened the door, someone shoved me to the ground.
The only thing on my mind was to protect David's bone ashes, and then I heard a crack as my arms hit the ground; my bone fractured.
Looking up, I saw Ethan and Olivia standing at the door, followed by a group of reporters and self-media with cameras.
They rushed in, shouting my father's name.
Ethan angrily kicked open every door and searched everywhere but found no trace of David. Then, he rushed to me and said condescendingly, "Violet, where's your father?"
I held the urn tightly in my arms, feeling a surge of hatred in my heart.
"It's too late for you to think of him now!" I said.
Ethan grabbed my collars with outrage.
"Where is he hiding? Call him out! If he thinks he can hide away and we will forgive his filthy deeds, he's terribly wrong! I'll definitely beat this old pervert myself!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but have an ominous feeling in my heart. Nevertheless, what he said made me quiver in rage.
"How dare you say something like that to my father? How can you be so ungrateful after he had patronized you for so many years?!" I said.
I thought he had known what happened and came here to attend David's funeral because of remorse.