Chapter 3
I pulled myself out of the memories.
Ethan hadn't immediately agreed to my request.
I didn't know if he was too distracted to hear clearly, or if he was thinking about something else.
It was very quiet in the car.
Until I heard the sound of dripping water.
Strange, why would such a nice car be leaking rain?
My gaze swept around questioningly.
Finally settling on Ethan's wrist.
On his pale, strong wrist was wrapped a dark-colored tie.
At this moment, blood was winding down along the tie, dripping into the car drop by drop.
I cried out in shock: "Ethan, you're hurt?"
His expression was too calm.
It was also very dark in the car.
So much so that I hadn't noticed until now that his face was pale and he had lost so much blood.
"Let's go to the hospital first, okay?
"Ethan! Go to the hospital!"
The twenty-eight-year-old man was even more stubborn and difficult to read than his eighteen-year-old self.
I couldn't help but raise my voice a bit.
Only then did Ethan slowly lift his eyelids.
"Let's go home first."
I blurted out: "I don't want to go back to the Ashford family."
He paused for a moment, then quickly said: "To my private residence. Iris, don't be afraid."
Perhaps I had been dead too long, and all the past barriers and disgust had faded.
He actually called me by name in a rare moment, as if trying to comfort me.
I thought of something and asked Ethan: "Are you married now?
"Is your wife... Olivia?"
His expression suddenly darkened.
I immediately fell silent.
I assumed that Mrs. Ashford didn't approve of Olivia, so he ultimately couldn't have his wish.
I said nothing more.
Ethan took me back to his private residence.
It was far from the city center, a very remote old building.
There wasn't even an elevator.
The apartment was on the top floor.
I climbed up out of breath and discovered there wasn't even a fingerprint lock.
I stood in the dim hallway, very puzzled.
After hesitating for a few seconds, I couldn't help but ask: "Ethan, did you go bankrupt?"
He took out his keys and suddenly smiled: "No."