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“Who was it!” I roared, my voice unrecognizable even to myself.
I stormed out of my room, determined to find the culprit who had dared to destroy the only physical connection I had left to my mother. banged violently on Ethan’s bedroom door across the hall, my fist pounding against the wood with enough force to hurt my knuckles.
“Ethan! Cassandra! Which one of you entered my room?” I demanded, my voice echoing through the corridor.
The door swung open to reveal Ethan’s irritated face. His blue eyes narrowed as he took in my disheveled appearance.
“What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Can’t you let people sleep?” he snapped impatiently.
My chest heaved with anger as I glared fiercely at him. My voice trembled with barely contained fury.
“Ethan, did you just go into my room?”
He frowned, his expression cold and dismissive. “Who would go into your room? Stop making a fuss. I’ve been here reviewing contracts the whole time.”
Without wasting another word, I turned sharply on my heel. If not Ethan, then there was only one other suspect.
I strode purposefully toward the corridor’s end where Cassandra’s guest room was located. I could hear Ethan’s footsteps behind me, following with obvious concern that things would escalate.
I kicked forcefully at Cassandra’s door, not caring about propriety or manners anymore.
“Cassandra! Open up!” I shouted, my voice raw with emotion.
I sensed Ethan hesitating behind me. This wasn’t the gentle, easily bullied Olivia he knew. The woman who always backed down, who always accommodated others at her own expense.
That Olivia was gone.
Cassandra finally opened the door slowly, her eyes filled with annoyance. “Olivia, are you insane?”
Without hesitation, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her roughly toward my bedroom. She struggled desperately, stumbling along as I pulled her with strength I didn’t know I possessed.
“Let go of me! Olivia, let go!” she cried, her voice rising in panic.
I ignored her protests, yanking her inside my room before flinging her away from me. Cassandra staggered backward, banging her knee painfully against a cabinet.
“Are you crazy?” she shrieked, rubbing her injured knee.
I stood over her, my voice dropping to an ice-cold menace that made her shrink back.
“Did you smash my ceramic wolf figurine? Why were you in my room?”
Cassandra’s eyes flickered evasively, guilt written all over her face. “I… I didn’t! I was in my room the whole time, don’t accuse me!”
I fixed my sharp gaze on her, watching her squirm under my scrutiny. “Really? Because when I came out of the bathroom, I just happened to glimpse a beige skirt at the door.”
At that, Cassandra blurted out, “You’re lying! When I went over, I was wearing a gray skirt-this beige dress I just changed…”
Her voice trailed off as she realized her mistake. Her eyes widened in panic as she understood she’d been tricked into admitting her presence in my room.
My tone turned frosty as I cut her off. “So, this beige dress is what you just put on, isn’t it?
What exactly were you doing in my room?”
Under my terrifying glare, Cassandra shuddered involuntarily. “I… I was just wandering around…”
“Why would you wander into my room for no reason?” I pressed relentlessly.
Cassandra gulped, unable to answer. Her guilty expression told me everything I needed to know.
(Ethan’s POV)
I couldn’t stand by and watch this interrogation any longer. Stepping forward, I positioned myself protectively in front of Cassandra, shielding her from Olivia’s wrath.
“Enough!” I barked, shocked by Olivia’s transformation. Where was the gentle woman I’d known for three years? This fury-filled stranger was unrecognizable.
“Stop making trouble over a broken ceramic trinket. Buy another one if it matters so much, why bully Cassandra?”
(Olivia’s POV)
A loud slap rang out through the room.
My palm stung from the impact as it connected with Ethan’s face. The sound echoed in the sudden silence that followed.
Both he and Cassandra stared at me, stunned by this unprecedented defiance. Ethan’s hand slowly rose to touch his reddening cheek, disbelief written across his features.
“Get lost!” I screamed hoarsely, my voice breaking with emotion. “Who are you to forgive on my behalf?”
(Cassandra’s POV)
I couldn’t believe what I’d just witnessed. How dare this nobody slap Ethan? My Ethan!
Rage boiled inside me as I pushed him aside, lunging at Olivia with my hands outstretched like claws.
“How dare you hit him!” I shrieked.
But before I could reach her, a second slap landed squarely on my cheek. The force of it snapped my head to the side, leaving a vivid red mark that burned like fire.
Humiliated and enraged, I raised my hand to retaliate. But Olivia was faster. She seized my wrist in a grip so tight it hurt, then flung me aside like I weighed nothing.
I crashed to the ground, my palm landing directly on the razor-sharp ceramic shards scattered across the floor. Pain shot through my hand as the fragments sliced into my skin.
Blood immediately welled up, dripping from my palm onto the hardwood floor.
“Ahhh-my hand! My hand!” I screamed, clutching my bleeding palm to my chest.
(Ethan’s POV)
I rushed to Cassandra’s side, panic gripping my heart at the sight of her blood.
“Wanwan, are you alright?” The pet name I used only in our most intimate moments escaped without thought.
I gently took her injured hand, examining the cuts. Relief washed over me when I saw they weren’t deep enough to cause permanent damage. Still, the sight of her blood made my protective instincts flare.
(Olivia’s POV)
I looked down at the bleeding Cassandra, feeling no sympathy whatsoever. My gaze was icy and merciless as I watched her performance.
“Serves you right. If you hadn’t smashed it, you wouldn’t be hurt.”
(Ethan’s POV)
I couldn’t believe Olivia’s cruelty. This wasn’t the woman I thought I knew. Glaring at her furiously, I demanded, “Olivia, you’ve gone too far! Apologize to Wanwan!”
But her eyes remained frozen with cold contempt. “She should apologize to me for breaking my mother’s keepsake.”
Cassandra sobbed miserably in my arms, her tears soaking into my shirt. “It hurts, Zechuan, it really hurts…” she whimpered, using my Chinese name that only she was allowed to use.
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