His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 71: Could It Be... He Remembered Something?
Ethan Sinclair directly declared in front of the old lady that the one he loved was Kate Lynch, not Kiana Sutton.
All of Kiana Sutton’s pride and dignity were ruthlessly trampled into the dirt by him.
The old lady was infuriated and raised her hand, about to strike Ethan.
In a panic, Kiana Sutton grabbed the old lady’s hand and quickly gestured, "Grandma, the food’s getting cold, let’s eat first, okay?"
The old lady looked at Kiana, clearly in agonizing pain yet still stepping in to protect Ethan, and her heart ached with complicated feelings.
She glared at Ethan, then warmly took Kiana’s hand and led her to the dinner table. "Yes, let’s eat. Kiana must be hungry."
Ethan was instantly left out, as if Kiana Sutton was more beloved and important than him, her grandson.
After dinner, the old lady called Ethan to the study. Kiana didn’t know what they were talking about, but she felt anxious and uneasy inside.
After more than ten minutes, Ethan came out of the study, his face thunderously dark and ugly.
As soon as Kiana saw him, she immediately rose from the sofa and stood up straight.
Then she met Ethan’s icy, furious gaze. Kiana’s heart gave a jolt, and she couldn’t help but wonder what Grandma had said to Ethan to make him this angry.
Ethan left. The old lady wanted Kiana to stay at the old mansion overnight, but Kiana politely declined, saying she had to work tomorrow and that The Montpellier Villa was closer to Evercrest Group.
When Kiana rode her little scooter home, she found Ethan’s car parked right outside.
He came back?
Kiana squeezed the brakes. Just as she stopped, she saw Ethan, cigarette in hand, face as dark as a storm.
And behind him was Connor Grant, holding a big sledgehammer and staring at her with conflicted worry.
Connor glanced warily at Ethan, and seeing that Ethan said nothing, he walked to Kiana with the hammer. "Young Madam, I’m really sorry."
At first, Kiana didn’t react, but when Connor swung the hammer at her beloved scooter, her pupils contracted and she lunged forward.
No!
You can’t smash my scooter!
But before she even reached the scooter, Ethan grabbed her arm. Kiana stared at Ethan with pleading eyes, anxiously gesturing, "Please..."
Ethan had no interest in watching her sign. He pulled her into his arms, his cold, sinister voice whispering in her ear, "So this is why you insisted on buying a scooter back then—all along, your plan was here."
What?
What is he talking about? Why doesn’t she understand?
"You used this scooter to get hurt, make Grandma feel sorry for you, leading her to believe I bullied and neglected you for Kate’s sake. Now that Grandma doesn’t like Kate, are you happy?"
Kiana shook her head desperately. She had never thought like that.
Besides, she got hurt today purely by accident—she never intended to play the victim.
But Ethan didn’t care to hear her out. He tossed out a casual "smash," and Connor lifted the hammer and brought it down hard.
No!
Kiana was so desperate she burst into tears. She tried frantically to save her beloved scooter, but Ethan held her tightly—there was no escaping.
A fragile little scooter could never survive a blow like Connor’s; in no time, it was smashed to pieces, left as a heap of junk.
Kiana went from struggling and furious at first, to at last simply giving up, staring blankly at the wreckage of her scooter, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
Only then did Ethan let go of her. When he saw her soul-crushed look, his brows drew together, something in his chest feeling uncomfortable.
But Kiana always schemed and played the victim. He wasn’t going to trust her anymore.
"Next time you plan to manipulate someone, think carefully about what happens to it!"
Leaving those cold words behind, Ethan didn’t spare her a glance and went straight into the villa.
Connor was deeply guilty—the Young Madam had even given him a keychain for his car recently, and now he’d just smashed her scooter. He felt like complete scum.
But it had been The Fifth Master’s order; what was he supposed to do?
"Young Madam... The Fifth Master just doesn’t want you getting hurt on the scooter again, that’s why he made me—"
Connor’s words stuck in his throat when he looked into Kiana’s clear, bright, and tear-filled eyes.
Forget it—the scooter was smashed, and any explanation would be useless now.
That night, Ethan had the dream again, except this time, the girl painting in his dream was silently crying, tears dropping one by one onto her drawing of the Starlight flowers.
The Starlight too seemed to sense her sadness and sorrow, the blossoms scattering everywhere.
Ethan’s chest seized painfully; holding his heart as if stabbed through, he struggled to walk toward her, wanting to hold her and comfort her.
But he could never get close—and she never once turned around.
Later, Ethan went to see Kate Lynch again, and found her cradling a bouquet of pink roses, posing for photos.
The roses bloomed bright and passionate, their scent filling the air.
After tending them for over half a month, Kate Lynch glowed even brighter than the flowers.
Kate saw Ethan and her smile grew even wider. "Ian, come see—aren’t these pink roses beautiful?"
But as he looked at the pink roses, what flashed in Ethan’s mind was a bouquet of pale pink Starlight flowers, drawn in delicate lines on paper.
"Kate..."
"Hmm?"
"Is your favorite flower the pink rose?"
Kate, who’d been fiddling with the roses, froze for a second—yes, pink roses were her favorite, but why was Ethan suddenly asking this?
Could it be... he remembered something?
Kate’s heart started to race, thoughts spinning fast.
Back in the past, when she learned Ethan liked Kiana, Kate had investigated her—know your enemy as well as yourself, after all.
She remembered Kiana’s favorite flower was apparently the Starlight.
With this in mind, Kate shook her head, "No, even though I like pink roses, my favorite is still the Starlight."
Ethan’s face showed no emotion. Kate couldn’t read his mind, so she forced herself to keep talking, "Starlight means purity, distance, romance. I hope my life, like the Starlight, will always be filled with romance."
As she spoke, Kate set the pink roses on the bedside table, then walked over and affectionately hooked Ethan’s arm. "Ian, why’d you suddenly ask?"
"It’s nothing, just curious."
Kate didn’t buy it. If Ethan was asking, there had to be a reason—he’d never just ask idly.
But since the topic was dropped, she didn’t probe further, afraid she’d reveal too much if she kept talking.
Watching Kate being so lively and cheerful, Ethan felt all the more agitated. Damn it—Kate was clearly the girl from his dreams, so why did he still have doubts?
