His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 48: Kiana Sutton Is Just a Passing Stranger in Your Life
After Ethan Sinclair tossed out those cold words, he got in the car. Hannah Lowell stood up wanting to chase after him, but Connor Grant stopped her.
Connor Grant called for security and directly threw Hannah Lowell out of the villa community.
Thrown out of the villa gate, Hannah Lowell cursed under her breath. Ethan Sinclair really had no respect for elders at all. Is this what all rich people are like?
Suddenly her phone rang. She opened it to see Kiana Sutton had transferred her two thousand yuan.
"This is all the money I have right now. Take it and use it. If you have any conscience left, stop gambling, and don’t ever show up in front of the Sinclairs again."
Hannah Lowell was actually pretty happy when she received the money, but as soon as she read Kiana Sutton’s words, she nearly exploded with rage.
This Kiana Sutton, married into the Sinclair Family for three years, didn’t get a cent out of it, and her loyalties have completely shifted to their side.
But thinking it over, she realized—Ethan Sinclair hates Kiana Sutton so much, how could he possibly treat her well?
The injury to her waist this time was caused by Ethan Sinclair kicking her out—so who knows, maybe he abuses Kiana Sutton all the time in other ways too?
At this moment, even as she thought about all this, Hannah Lowell wasn’t feeling sorry for her daughter. Instead, she thought—after these three years, Kiana Sutton still couldn’t warm Ethan Sinclair’s heart. No point wasting any more time with the Sinclairs.
If Ethan Sinclair isn’t going to give a dime, then there’s no point letting Kiana sleep with him for free. There are plenty of rich men out there, and her Kiana is so pretty—someone will want her.
...
Kiana Sutton had no idea what Hannah Lowell was thinking. Her mind was completely consumed by Ethan Sinclair’s words.
She knew perfectly well that Ethan Sinclair hated her and had never, ever seen her as his wife. But when she saw the icy look on his face as he said those things, it was like she’d been thrown into an endless abyss—chilled to the bone.
The times he’d taken her to the hospital and picked her up after her discharge, she’d still held on to a little sliver of hope in her heart.
She thought maybe, in the time they’d spent together recently, Ethan Sinclair had at least some feelings for her.
Now it seemed, it was all just self-deception on her part.
After that, Ethan Sinclair again didn’t come home for two days straight.
After two days of rest, Kiana Sutton rode her little electric scooter to work.
Crystal Payne was surprised to see Kiana Sutton. "Sutton, didn’t your family ask for half a month off for you? How come you’re back at work so soon?"
Kiana Sutton quickly wrote a note and handed it to Crystal Payne. "I’m already better, so I came to work, Manager. Can you cancel my leave?"
"Of course... Actually, there’s a little problem with the plan you and Evan Shepherd worked on. Bring him with you to my office."
Kiana Sutton nodded her head.
In the few days they hadn’t seen each other, Evan Shepherd looked even more haggard than before. Kiana Sutton instantly sensed something was wrong. When they’d finished in the manager’s office, she gestured anxiously, "Judith, what’s going on with you? Is something wrong?"
Evan Shepherd’s eyes were bloodshot all over. He looked at Kiana Sutton’s worried face, struggling with himself for a moment before shaking his head. "No."
"We’re friends. If you have problems, you really have to tell me."
Suddenly his phone rang. When he saw who messaged him on WeChat, Evan Shepherd’s brows furrowed tightly.
Thinking that Kiana Sutton was still staring at him, he managed a smile. "Kiana, I’m really fine. Don’t worry. I’m just going to the restroom."
Just then, Amy Manning came over to find Kiana Sutton. Kiana nodded, returning to her post.
Outside the restrooms, Stella Lyncg in a fitted black suit, looked arrogantly at the haggard but delicate-faced man before her and spoke slowly, "So, have you made a decision?"
Evan Shepherd was completely torn. "I... Kiana is my friend. I can’t do something that would hurt her..."
"Friend?"
Stella Lyncg sneered. "How long have you even known Kiana Sutton? You already call her your friend? Over someone like that, you’re willing to risk your grandmother’s life?"
Evan Shepherd’s fists clenched tightly. He was struggling inside more than ever.
The truth was, after his grandmother fell and was hospitalized, the doctors did a checkup and found a malignant tumor in her lungs. Treating her would require at least half a million yuan.
Evan Shepherd had always done well in school, and after graduation, he worked in a small company as a planner before switching to Evercrest Group.
In the two years since joining Evercrest Group, his salary had gone up every six months, but he had to support himself and his grandmother at the same time.
He hadn’t saved much at all; that five hundred thousand was like a mountain, crushing him so he couldn’t breathe.
Right then, Stella Lyncg had come to him, saying that as long as he helped her deal with Kiana Sutton, she’d give him one million yuan.
Evan Shepherd knew how important relationships were. Ever since joining Evercrest Group, he’d tried to make friends with everyone, but most people wore masks and it was rare to find a real friend.
Kiana Sutton was one of the very few people he thought he could trust with his whole heart.
Most importantly, Kiana Sutton was kind and gentle—he couldn’t bear to hurt her.
Noticing his hesitation, Stella Lyncg didn’t rush him.
"With a million, you can not only pay for your grandmother’s treatment, you could rent a fancy apartment. Your grandmother worked hard all her life. You’re really going to let her die from pain and illness, never having had a good day?"
Evan Shepherd’s fists tightened. On the two sides of the scale: friends and morality, versus family and money.
Stella Lyncg patted his shoulder. "Evan Shepherd, you’re a smart guy. Sure, Kiana Sutton is your friend, but we can have so many friends in a lifetime. She’s just a passerby—just someone passing through your life. Remember what they say: people die for wealth, birds die for food!"
Suddenly Stella Lyncg’s phone rang. She answered it, then grinned at the person on the other end, "Sure! I’ll introduce you a hot guy, don’t worry... Seriously hot, just your type."
After putting away her phone, Stella Lyncg smirked, "I’m sure you know who I am by now, right? Second daughter of Lynch Group. I’m surrounded by rich girls. If you’re capable enough to snag one, you could marry into money and reach the top of the world."
Then she suddenly changed her tone. "But if you offend me, I guarantee your life will be ten thousand times harder than it is now!"
Evan Shepherd clenched his teeth so hard his face twisted in pain.
Inside, he was being torn apart, agonized and hopeless.
"Evan Shepherd, if you don’t want this chance, there’s a line of people waiting!"
Stella Lyncg turned to leave. Evan Shepherd rushed up and grabbed her arm with a trembling hand, pain written all over his face.
"Oh?"
"I..." Evan Shepherd squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, all the struggle was gone—only ambition and desire to climb higher blazed in his gaze. "I’ll do it!"
In that moment, so-called sincerity and friendship vanished from Evan Shepherd’s world—he’d stepped onto a road that seemed like a shortcut, but might just be a dead end.
