Lita once again forgot a rule: After eating, you can't open your mouth to speak.
Otherwise, she would feel like vomiting all the time until she spat out all the food she had just eaten.
Lita didn't dare to cover her mouth. She bit her lips and got up, running towards the bathroom.
Watching Lita's sudden departure, everyone seemed to be a little surprised.
"Ha-ha, I think the white lotus is probably scared by your brother's appearance!" Yen made wild guesses heartlessly.
The listener didn't mean it, but the listener was thoughtful.
Ethan's sensitive self-esteem was stung once again. Because at this moment, the explanation that Yen distorted undoubtedly became the most suitable reason for Lita's sudden departure.
"My wife wouldn't be like this. She's the kindest and most modest." Alice couldn't help but say a word of apology for Lita.
"That is a person's instinctive reaction after being stimulated and frightened! It has nothing to do with kindness or kindness!"
Yen snorted again. For Alice, a servant who dared to talk back to her, she really didn't feel good. If she hadn't cooked well, Yen would have fried her squid.
"Yen, isn't my brother's current state all thanks to you?"
Alex roared at Yen, who could not cover his mouth.
"That's enough. I'm the one who brought this upon myself. It has nothing to do with anyone else!"
Ethan's voice was trembling, and even his hands, which were wearing gloves, were shivering. At this moment, he suddenly felt that if he was alive, he would only bring more people to him! It was better to die, and everyone could be free.
"First Young Master... First Young Master.... breathe slowly, slowly... take it easy, let's take our time!"
Doctor Owen, who had been eating silently, felt something strange about Ethan. He quickly threw down his bowl and chopsticks and rushed to the wheelchair to guide Ethan's emotional and emotional breathing.
It was hard for Doctor Owen to take off the breathing machine for more than half a month. Of course, he didn't want to see
Ethan's suffering come to nothing. Alex rushed over and held Ethan's stiff upper body in his arms, patting his back.
"Brother, slow down your breathing. You're good. I know you hate that damn breathing machine."
In the end, Ethan finally recovered his overly emotional breath, but he became sluggish.
Lying in the bed of the medical room, he closed his eyes and did not communicate with anyone anymore.
Alex's mood was frozen to the freezing point.
When Lita finished throwing up the water in the bathroom and returned to the dining room, there were no longer the two brothers of the family on the dining table. Only Yen was casually fiddling with the food in the bowl.
"Where's Ethan?" Lita asked.
Just when she was throwing up in the bathroom, she seemed to hear noise from the dining table. She also seemed to hear the fierce man, Alex, growling and shouting.
"I've been provoked by you! I've gone back to the treatment room to save her!" Yen snorted coldly and rolled his eyes at Lita.
"He, he was provoked by me? What's going on?" In the snow and mist, he didn't quite understand what Yen was referring to.
"Did you get scared by Ethan just now? Was it so disgusting that you ran to the bathroom to vomit? Lita, I don't mean to blame you, but since you want to please Alex, you should at least pretend to be understanding in front of him! Don't you know that he is a complete 'slave'? His elder brother Ethan is more important than his own life!"
Yen's leisurely explanation really stunned Lita. It turned out that she had suddenly felt nauseated just now, and had been defined by them as her hatred for the death of her husband's appearance?
"How could it be! How could I hate Ethan so much! I'm so wronged this time!"
Lita rushed to the second floor. When she wanted to explain or apologize to Ethan, she bumped into Alex, who had just walked out of the medical room.
The man's face was as cold as an evil creature born in the dark soil, full of violence.
Lita instinctively retreated again and again, to the edge of the arm. There was no way for her to retreat.
"I'm sorry..." Lita muttered.
She also knew that Ethan could face her with his own ruined look, facing everyone, as if he had summoned up almost all his courage from the bottom of his heart.
But at that time, she was so happy again.
Ethan saw Lita's vomit and added fuel to the fire, so she felt wronged and disgusted with Ethan's broken face.
But Lita couldn't explain: He was just a sign of joy.
At this moment, in the face of the furious Alex, Lita was afraid. She was afraid that he would accidentally hurt her little darling in her belly.
That's her child, and it's also his.
Before Alex came out of the treatment room, Ethan, whose eyes had been closed all the time, reminded him.
"Don't blame Lita! She was unintentional!"
This sentence was originally out of good intention. Ethan didn't want his brother to vent his anger on his brother, Lita, who only reacted by instinct.
Lita was really inexplainable: The reason why she vomited was not because she saw Ethan's residual appearance, but because of her own physiological symptoms of joy.
Mute ate coptis and had unspeakable suffering. Perhaps this was the most real portrayal of Lita right now.
"I know you didn't do anything wrong!"
Alex's voice was faint, as if he was teaching a child who had done something wrong.
"But why don't you be careful! You know that my brother's psychological situation is very fragile now, and he can't stand anyone's blow and despise and disgust!"
"I'm sorry..."
The only word that Lydia could say was one 'sorry'.
Alex did not continue to blame Lita.
Instead, he grabbed Lita's wrist and steadily walked down the stairs, dragging her all the way down the stairs.
"Alex, I want to apologize to your brother!" Lita's voice trembled slightly as she pleaded.
"My brother doesn't need your apology!" Alex's voice was not loud, nor was it angry. It was a voice that was cold to the bone.
"Alex, I really didn't mean it. I... I'm sick. I caught a cold."
Lita felt extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't say that she was happy because she had a baby, but she tried her best to explain something.
"Didn't I tell you to stay in the school? Why did you come back? My brother's life can no longer withstand any stimulation and harm! Whether this kind of stimulation and injury is unintentional or not, I can't tolerate it!"
"Do you understand? Lita?"
Alex's voice was very cold and cold, as if it could cast a layer of frost.
"I'm really sorry."
Lita didn't know what else she could say.
She just repeated these words mechanically. "I'll send you out!"
Alex's voice was still low. It was so low that there was no warmth at all.
Lita was dragged all the way to the living room by his cuffing of her wrist. She quietly opened the double-zipped door of the living room, and with a hard push, she directly threw Lita into the rain curtain below the stairs.