Just as Lena Su was on the verge of losing consciousness, Ethan Mo finally stepped into the hospital room—with Megan Ke following closely behind.
Even now, he still brought Megan with him?
Thinking about how Lena had been covered in blood, lying on the ground in utter despair, Ziyan Song couldn't hold back his rage. Without saying a word, he marched forward and punched Ethan squarely in the face.
Caught off guard, Ethan's head snapped to the side, and blood instantly trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"Ziyan, are you insane?!" Megan screamed, throwing herself in front of Ethan protectively.
"Yes, I am insane!" Ziyan snapped. "Look at what you two have done to Lena!"
He shoved Megan aside and dragged Ethan by the collar over to the hospital bed.
"This can't be… She was fine when I left…"
Ethan stood frozen in disbelief. On the bed, Lena's face was pale as paper, her breathing weak and fragile—like a porcelain doll that could shatter at the slightest touch.
The noise roused Lena from her dazed state.
He finally came.
Lena couldn't tell if she was relieved or heartbroken—her emotions were a tangled mess.
"Fine?" Ziyan growled. "The doctor said she just had a miscarriage and suffered massive bleeding after being hit! Ethan, do you still have the nerve to say she was fine?!"
Ziyan's words jolted Ethan's memory—he remembered the kick he had delivered to protect Megan.
A flicker of something unreadable crossed Ethan's eyes. A strange heaviness weighed down in his chest.
"She needs emergency surgery now. Tell the doctor to get ready!" Ziyan urged, panic creeping into his voice.
Megan held tightly onto Ethan's hand, her voice trembling as she said,
"Ethan, even if Lena killed your mother… even if she tried to kill me… she's still a mother who just lost her child. I beg you, for the sake of the baby she once carried for you—please, save her."
She sounded sincere. But her words made Ethan frown instantly.
He remembered his mother, engulfed in flames… remembered Lena wielding a fruit knife without a trace of hesitation…
A woman with such a cruel heart—why should she be pitied?
Whatever shred of guilt he'd just felt vanished in an instant.
Looking at Ziyan's anxious face, Ethan sneered coldly,
"Even if she's bleeding out, she deserves it. She not only killed my mother, she tried to murder Megan. A woman that vicious—why the hell should I save her?"
His words sent Ziyan into a fury.
"If you don't save her, Ethan, I swear I'll beat you to death!"
Ziyan raised his fist again, but this time Ethan caught it mid-air. His voice dropped into a dangerous warning:
"Last time, I wasn't ready. You think you can take me down? Ziyan, this is my family's business. You have no right to interfere."
Ziyan snapped, "If you, the great Ethan Mo, hadn't abandoned your wife for a shameless woman, do you think I would need to step in?"
Ethan's expression darkened. "Who are you calling shameless?"
"Who else?" Ziyan smirked. "She knew you had a wife, yet still climbed into your bed. She's either shameless—or just selling herself."
Megan's face turned ghostly pale. She bit her lip hard to keep her tears from falling, and that fragile look only made Ethan ache for her more.
He swung a brutal punch across Ziyan's face.
"You think you can judge me? You're nothing, Ziyan! Lena killed my mother. The fact that she's still alive is mercy enough. If she dies today, it'll be justice for my mother. And if she lives… then she'll continue repenting for her sins!"
With that, he shoved Ziyan aside and stormed out of the room after Megan.
"Ethan Mo!" Ziyan shouted, shaking with rage. But Ethan didn't look back.
His words echoed in the room like a death sentence.
Lena lay still in bed, eyes glazed, heart shattered.
So this… this was the man she had loved for fifteen years. Her husband.
At the brink of life and death, he chose another woman over her.
Pain engulfed her like a tidal wave. Her senses faded, and everything went black as she lost consciousness.