Chapter 701: "All set. You can lie down now," Brenna said, stepping back. Her voice was softer than usual, warm and caring.
Ethan savored the moment. He complied, settling onto the bed and hooking the IV bottle onto the stand. Brenna sat beside him, inspecting the burn on his arm. It was superficial; proper care would likely prevent scarring. Her medical knowledge gave her confidence in the prognosis.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, glancing at the clock. It was already past two in the afternoon, and her stomach growled. She believed Ethan must be famished.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Yeah, grab something to eat for me,” Ethan replied. He had meant to send Neville, but Neville was already occupied.
"What do you feel like eating?" Brenna asked.
"Anything nearby is fine. I'm not picky," Ethan said, picking up his phone. It was filled with missed calls and news alerts about his attack.
Brenna grabbed her handbag and was about to head out when the door burst open. Elsa stormed in, panic etched on her face, with Minna close behind.
Without acknowledging Brenna, Elsa rushed to Ethan's bedside, scanning him frantically. "How could this have happened?" It was the weekend, and Elsa, free from her teaching duties at Shirie University, had been at Belen's. She had brought Minna with her, wanting Belen to meet her.
They had been baking cookies when Minna spotted news of Ethan's attack on her phone. Elsa had tried calling him, but he had been in the ER and unreachable. Terrified he had been gravely injured, Elsa had rushed to the hospital, imagining the worst.
Seeing it was only an arm injury, Elsa exhaled in relief, though tears welled as she examined his wounds. Minna, ignoring Brenna, stood by Elsa, her face etched with concern as she studied Ethan's injury.
"Are you okay? Are you still in pain?" she asked gently, her voice filled with care.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrenna, lingering by the door, realized her presence was no longer needed here; lunch was no longer her responsibility.
She had no desire to argue with Elsa, especially with Ethan hurt. Causing him stress was the last thing she wanted.
Approaching Ethan, she said, "I'll leave now. Let your mother and Miss Davies handle lunch for you." Ethan's face darkened when he saw Minna, clearly irritated that Elsa had brought her here. Grasping Brenna's hand, he said, "No, Brenna. I'm in pain; I need you to stay and look after me."
Elsa's temper flared. "What's so special about her? I don't understand! She showsno respect. How can you marry someone like that? Tell her to leave!"
"Ah!" Ethan groaned tically, clutching his arm. "Mong, I'm in bad shape. Can't you lethave my way for once?"
Elsa was conflicted. She loathed seeing Ethan suffer but resentean Brenna's presence, feeling constantly challenged and humiliated by her. Yet, with Ethan injured, she knew arguing with him wasn't wise.