The broken figurine hurt him too, but it was made from pieces and could be repaired with time.
Hannah was right. She was making such a big deal out of this because she was still angry about the celebration and was looking for an excuse to vent.
“Apologize to Hannah and Isla right now.” Ethan commanded coldly.
Apologize?
Amelia looked at him with derision.
Her heart, in this moment, sank completely.
“What if I don’t apologize?” Her voice was very soft. “What, are you planning to throw me out of this house?”
“You!” Ethan was enraged by her stubborn attitude. “You’re being completely unreasonable!”
With that, he carried the sobbing Isla and turned to leave.
And Hannah also weakly got up from the floor, wiped away tears that didn’t exist, and followed closely behind.
Amelia just stood there, watching their retreating figures.
Isla, held in Ethan’s arms, made a provocative face at her, silently mouthing, “Serves you right!”
Only Amelia remained in the living room.
The world seemed to have its mute button pressed.
At this point, Amelia suddenly felt that if she continued to be trapped in this ridiculous marriage, still harboring fantasies about Ethan, that would be truly pathetic.
Amelia’s eyes were painfully dry.
She slowly walked to the couch and sat down.
Perhaps Ethan hadn’t been completely bad to her after they married.
He had defended her, comforted her panic, and once saved her from a fire.
But those things were all in the past.
Just like the parts on the floor, once you no longer wanted to put effort into them, they became nothing but meaningless garbage.
She didn’t know how much time had passed.
Amelia stood up and found a clean trash bag from the storage room.
Then she picked up each bullet casing from the floor one by one.
Her movements were slow, as if performing some solemn farewell ceremony.
Cold bullets brushed against her swollen palms, sending faint stings, but she didn’t seem to feel a thing.
The moment she finished picking them up, she told herself.
With a cold finality, she knew the chapter of her life with Ethan was over. There would be no sequel…
Meanwhile, in the villa’s guest room, Ethan had finally calmed down the sobbing Isla.
He tucked her in and looked at that little tear-stained face, but his brow furrowed.
He suddenly felt something was off.
He thought he understood Amelia’s temperament.
She’d always been gentle and patient. In all these years, she’d never been as sharp as she was tonight.
When things seemed abnormal, there had to be a reason.
There was only one possibility.
No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I’m Done!
She’d been wronged by the Harlows and came back upset.
Ethan’s heart sank as he prepared to leave.
“Ethan … ” Hannah called out to him, her face showing just the right amount of remorse. “Maybe Isla and I should move out after all. It seems like Ms. Harlow really can’t stand having us here. I don’t want to cause problems between you two because of us.”
He felt inexplicably irritated.
He rubbed his temples, his voice cold. “You’re staying here because I agreed to it. I’m still the one in charge of this house. Don’t worry about anyone else.”
Ethan then went to the quiet garden.
He pulled out his phone and called Kevin. “Hey, look into what happened at the estate tonight after I left the celebration. Especially my wife. Was she given a hard time by the Harlows?”
Kevin was always efficient.
In just ten minutes, the call came back.
“Mr. Rowe, I found out.” Kevin’s voice came through the phone, sounding cautious. “After you left, David called your wife to the study room. According to the estate’s maids, he berated her harshly. Pretty much everyone in the Harlows knows about it.”
Berated her?
Ethan’s heart clenched.
Countless emotions exploded in his chest instantly.
Ethan hung up and hurried back to the bedroom.
In the room, Amelia was holding a bulging black trash bag, about to walk toward the door.
And where the parts had been scattered on the floor was now completely cleaned up.
The inexplicable emptiness stung his eyes.
Ethan’s throat felt dry. “That robot can still be fixed, right? How about I help you fix it?”
Amelia looked up, her eyes blank.
“It can’t be fixed,” she said flatly. “It’s trash now.”
With that, she walked past him to the doorway and tossed the bag containing all their past memories into the hallway trash can.
“I … I’ll get someone to find new bullet casings.” Ethan added frantically.
Then, he walked toward her and grabbed her hand.
He saw the scrapes across her hands from cleaning up the shattered robot.
Concern twisted in his chest.
“The Harlows really gave you a hard time,” he said softly, frustration evident in his voice.
Ethan pulled her to the couch, turned to get the first aid kit from the cabinet, took out ointment, and without asking started to apply it gently to her hands.
Amelia sat motionless, letting him do as he pleased.
Her face still showed no emotion, as if what he was touching wasn’t even her body.
She only felt it was deeply ironic.
He only knew the Harlows had humiliated her, but he’d never understand that he was the root cause of it all.
And now, this belated, hollow comfort could no longer stir any ripples in her heart.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.