"Arrh..."
Suzy screamed in frustration, rushed over, and intended to slap Samantha in the face."
Samantha's eyes flickered slightly, and she quickly dodged behind Ethan.
Suzy's hand, however, unerringly landed on Ethan's face, unable to dodge in time.
"Slap..."
The scene seemed frozen.
Ethan's handsome face was covered in frost, like a devil suddenly filled with horror.
Suzy was dumbfounded.
Looking at the clear five-finger marks gradually appearing on Ethan's handsome face, she panicked, "Ethan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to; I... I wanted to hit that bitch. I... I didn't mean to hit you!"
Samantha walked out, gently patting Ethan's swollen face. Her little face wrinkled, pretending to be distressed, "Oh dear, it's swollen. Does it hurt a lot? I'll go to the kitchen and get some ice for you to massage it."
After speaking, before Ethan could expose her, she ran away.
Leaving behind a flustered Suzy and a Ethan shrouded in coldness.
Suzy had never seen Ethan like this before, suddenly becoming at a loss.
In the past, even if Ethan didn't like her, he would still give her face for the sake of Noah.
This time, it seemed like she had truly angered him.
"Ethan, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it. It's all Samantha's fault. She deliberately wants to ruin our relationship. She knows you are my fiancé, so she wants to take you away to retaliate against me."
Ethan's deep and gloomy eyes suddenly filled with anger.
"Suzy, your identity is only Noah's mother. I have never acknowledged the engagement. I warn you, stay away from me, don't try to interfere in my life. I can let you freely come and go here as Noah's mother, and I can take away your rights."
"Ethan..." Suzy looked at him pitifully, tears brimming in her eyes.
If it were a delicate and teary-eyed beauty, it would have seemed pitiable and lovable.
However, with soccer ball-sized bruises on her face, a red and swollen nose, and tears streaming down at this moment, she looked like a major traffic accident scene.
Ethan's icy gaze stung. Not wanting to see her again, he left the pavilion.
Suzy was almost infuriated to the point of spitting blood.
Four years.
Ethan had always been cold towards her.
But he allowed Samantha to kiss him.
Why is that cunning woman Samantha so lucky?
Four years ago, by accident or fate, she ended up sleeping with Ethan and even got pregnant with his child.
Four years later, she manages to capture Ethan's attention again.
Ethan belongs to her, Suzy! And no one can take him away.
...
Ethan walked into the house with a gloomy expression, grabbing the housekeeper who was directing the servants and asked through gritted teeth, "Where is Samantha?"
Before the housekeeper could respond, Samantha walked out with a plate.
Inside were still some ice.
Seeing her, Ethan's face turned extremely dark, his icy eyes almost shooting out flames.
"Samantha, do you remember what I warned you about?"
How could she dare to kiss him?
Did she completely ignore his words?
Samantha knew what he was going to say.
Not giving him a chance to speak, she walked up with a smile, full of apologies. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. As an apology, instead of getting you some ice, I boiled some eggs. Eggs are excellent for reducing swelling!"
Ethan pursed his lips, a look of disdain on his face. "No need. I have medicine."
"Medicine can be harmful. Why don't we avoid using it?" She said, placing the plate on the dining table and starting to peel the eggs.
Because the eggs were too hot, while peeling, her two hands were constantly switching, blowing air onto them.
She looked clumsy yet cute.
Ethan was unexpectedly entranced, his lips unconsciously curving into a beautiful arc.
Samantha caught a glimpse and surprised, widened her eyes. "Are you... smiling? You look so good when you smile. In the future, try to smile more; don't always have that cold expression."
"..."
Ethan's smile froze, a hint of embarrassment passing through his eyes. Awkwardly turning his head away, he didn't look at her.
Samantha pressed him into a chair, skillfully rolling the peeled eggs on his swollen face.
"The eggs are a bit hot; endure it a little!"
The two were close together, only a fist's distance apart.
They could smell each other's breath.
A fragrance unique to Samantha lingered in the air.
Ethan's breathing became irregular. Normally indifferent to meddling, he blurted out, "What's your relationship with Suzy?"
Both had the last name Miller and carried a natural hostility towards each other. It was impossible not to know each other.
Samantha, still peeling eggs, grinned self-mockingly. "She is my half-sister from the same father but different mother. My mother passed away when I was five, but she is only half a year younger than me. Irony, isn't it?"
Even more ironic was that she had never thought about the age difference between her and Suzy.
She even pretended to be Suzy's sister for more than ten years.
Ethan's eyes flashed slightly. "You are the granddaughter that Old Man Miller has been looking for these past four years?"
"Yes!"
Thinking of her grandfather, Samantha felt a strong bitterness, her eyes reddening.
Four years ago, she left without a word, and the person she owed the most to was her grandfather.
After returning to England, she didn't dare to visit him.
She felt guilty for her grandfather's affection and feared facing his reproach.
Ethan looked at her with deep, serious eyes, speaking in a low voice, "Do you know that he is seriously ill? He was diagnosed with rectal cancer a month ago, but he refuses treatment. If intervention doesn't happen soon, he may live for only one more year."
At the words, Samantha's hands trembled, and the egg fell to the ground, shattering.
She looked at Ethan in shock, asking with a faint hope, "Are you mistaken? How could my grandfather possibly have rectal cancer?"
Ethan shook his head firmly. "It was diagnosed by Nick Huston personally. He wouldn't make a mistake."
Nick Huston was the world's most authoritative surgeon.
His diagnosis wouldn't be wrong.
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