Female Novel
Chapter 78
Chapter 78
The air froze from the tension. Chris interfered before the situation worsened. “Mr. Miller, we’re allhappy that Mrs. Miller is healthy.”
Refusing to waste any effort on Olivia, Ethan looked away and said emotionlessly, “You’d betterbehave.”
In an outburst, she let out her pent–up emotions and threw her bowl of soup at the man who thought hewas always right.” Behave? Fuck you!” 1
He was the one who pursued her and asked for her hand in marriage. His possessiveness forced herto give up on her future and freedom. Not only did he land her in the current mess, he dared to claimthat she was faking her illness.
The soup dripped from Ethan’s tailored, luxurious suit. Seeing red, he gave her a death glare andmarched up to her.
Sensing a huge fight, Chris jumped in and blocked Ethan with an anxious look. “Mr. Miller, the soupmust have slipped from her hand. Mrs. Miller, say something!”
She straightened herself and replied flatly, “Yeah, it slipped.”
Chris sounded relieved. “Mr. Miller, you heard her. She…”
She boldly added, “If it hadn’t slipped from my hand, it would have hit you right at the back of yourhead, you asshole!”
Chris was speechless. Olivia was adding fuel to the fire.
Ethan shoved Chris aside and went up to hiss at her through gritted teeth, “Olivia Fordham!”
Fuming, she grabbed a bottle of pills from the headboard and jumped out of bed angrily. Then, shetried to smash the bottle on Ethan’s head. “Fucking bastard! I’ll fight you!”
Ethan effortlessly caught her weak hands and pinned them behind her back.
Defeatedin no time, she was red in the face, and her eyes were misty. Ethan felt complicated when hesaw this, and he felt more pain than resentment.
Finally, he drew a sharp breath to calm his anger. He flung her onto the bed and threatened,“Remember what you did today. You’d better pray that you don’t fall into my hands.”novelbin
Her behavior was no different than waltzing across a field full of landmines. He had to exert a ridiculousamount of self- control to stop himself from grabbing her neck.
However, his warning only fanned the flames. She growled, “I would never ask you for help even if Ihad to jump off the seventh floor.”
Giving her a last glare, he left the room and slammed the door behind him. Then, he took hisbodyguards with him. Brent caught up to him and asked, “Mr. Miller, aren’t you worried that Mrs. Millermight attempt suicide again?”
Ethan took off his jacket and replied with a serious face, “A woman like her would never consider deathseriously. I don’t want to waste time on her anymore.”
Brent frowned at Ethan’s conclusion. As a bystander, he had a clearer view of the events. No saneperson would bet on their life by jumping from the seventh floor, which might result in grave injuries ordeath. Olivia could have died if Ethan had not gone after Olivia and Kelvin had not placed the inflatablecushions in time.
Still, Ethan was adamant that Olivia was playing hard to get, and he wouldn’t have it otherwise.
Back in the room, Chris requested a nurse to clean up the soupy mess. He flattened the bed andpatiently advised Olivia, “Mrs. Miller, you can always talk things out calmly. You shouldn’t resolve toextreme methods. Mr. Miller still cares about even stood guard outside your room last night. So…”
Olivia was in no mood for his nagging. Instead, she questioned, “Mr. Atkins, could there be a mistake inthe results?” Chris immediately put on a straight face. “Mrs. Miller, you can insult me as much as youwant but do not question my professionalism. We ran your results through experts in the field. How canthere be a mistake?”
Then, he let out a relieved sigh. “I was shocked to see your low red blood count last night. I eventhought you had… Oh, by the way, did you receive any treatment before this?”
He took his duty as a doctor seriously and asked an additional question.