Chapter 4

The door opened.

The furnishings inside were very ordinary.

There were drops of blood on the floor, winding all the way to the bathroom.

I walked into the bathroom and saw that the bathtub water had been stained red with blood.

On the floor was a blood-stained razor blade.

My mind went completely blank.

Ethan wasn't injured.

He was attempting suicide.

I couldn't help but recall the heavy breathing when I called Ethan.

At that moment, Ethan was lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed.

Just as the blade was about to cut the skin on his hand, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at it casually and actually forgot to breathe for a moment.

The caller ID showed: Iris.

Iris, who had been dead for ten years.

The only number saved on this phone.

The blade slipped away.

He hesitantly pressed the answer button.

He heard a familiar voice, tinged with timidity: "Ethan."

...

I closed my eyes.

I couldn't quite understand.

Why would twenty-eight-year-old Ethan, the sole heir of the Ashford family, heaven's favored son, choose to commit suicide?

"Iris, you sleep in my room tonight."

Along with Ethan's voice came the sound of the second bedroom door being locked.

I snapped out of my shock.

I turned around and stared at Ethan without saying a word.

"Were you just trying to kill yourself?

"Why?"

I tried to stay calm, but my voice still trembled uncontrollably.

Ethan had already treated his wound.

His wrist was covered with hemostatic medicine and wrapped in white gauze bandages.

His tone softened: "Did I scare you?"

Was this about scaring me?

I still looked at him in disbelief.

"I almost forgot, you're still an eighteen-year-old girl."

He lifted the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.

"Iris, it's okay.

"I didn't cut an artery. The blood just looks scary. I'll go clean up the bathroom now.

"You go back to the room and sleep first."

He pushed me into the room.

"Ethan, throw away the blade."

I was almost begging him.

He smiled and touched my head, his fingers lingering in my hair for a moment.

"Okay."

The bedroom door closed.

This was the second time I entered Ethan's room.

The first time was to complete Mrs. Ashford's task of bearing his child.

Back then, I shamelessly bought thin pajamas and snuck in while he was showering.

Ethan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his hair wet.

Seeing me lying on his bed, his eyes were full of undisguised disgust.

Later, he had the servants throw out everything I had touched, and even had the floor wiped several times.

I didn't dare sleep in Ethan's bed.

I placed my backpack on the floor, then sat on it and took out my phone to search for news related to Ethan.

"Ethan's company swallows Ashford Group's business, Ashford Group enters bankruptcy liquidation"

The first news article stunned me.

Not only did Ethan not inherit the Ashford Group, he actually destroyed it?

"Tech mogul Ethan still unmarried, only because he can't forget his old love"

I clicked on it.

The accompanying photo was actually of Ethan paying respects at my tombstone.

I'd rather believe he wanted to blow up my grave than believe it was about being unable to forget an old love.

"Ethan exposed for chaotic private life, illegitimate daughter already attending elite elementary school"

The photo captured the little girl's full face.

I couldn't help but pause.

This child didn't look like Ethan at all.

It must be fake news!

...

My finger slid across the screen.

Ethan suddenly walked in.

I immediately stood up awkwardly and explained: "Ethan, I didn't touch your things.

"I didn't dirty the floor either."

His eyes darkened, and he handed me a set of men's pajamas:

"Iris, sleep first."