His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 85: The Young Madam Only Loves You Too Much (Revised Edition)
On the way back, Ethan Sinclair’s expression was terrifyingly grim.
The car stopped in front of the villa, and as Connor Grant got out, Ethan Sinclair was already striding into the villa.
Connor Grant, alarmed and anxious, chased after him, "Fifth Master, calm down, the Young Madam just loves you too much."
Ethan Sinclair was quite angry, "She loves me too much, is that her reason for hurting Kate?"
Connor Grant: "The Young Madam hasn’t really done anything..."
"She made such awful food and sent it to Kate, and you call that nothing?"
Connor Grant thought of that taste and felt nauseated; it was truly inedible. Even if the Young Madam had just boiled water, she wouldn’t have made anything so foul.
It’s commendable that Miss Lynch could eat so much.
At this moment, in the villa’s living room.
Kiana Sutton was relaxing downstairs after drawing comics for over two hours, of course, her idea of relaxation was cracking walnuts for Joshua Sutton.
With college entrance exams approaching, Joshua needed to eat more walnuts for brain health.
Kiana Sutton and Chelsea Chapman were cracking walnuts while watching variety shows together, and the atmosphere was quite warm.
Until Ethan Sinclair entered with a menacing aura, instantly breaking the warm atmosphere.
Every time Ethan Sinclair came home, it felt like the emperor was arriving, making everyone uneasy.
Chelsea Chapman immediately stood up, nervously greeting him, "Young Master, you’ve... you’ve returned?"
Ethan Sinclair looked coldly at Kiana Sutton and tossed the food he brought back from the hospital onto the table, "Is this the food you made for Kate?"
Kiana Sutton glanced at it briefly and nodded.
Seeing Kiana Sutton admit with an innocent look, Ethan Sinclair’s anger surged, "I asked you to send food to Kate, and you deliberately made something so unappetizing for her. She’s unwell after eating it, are you happy now?"
Kiana Sutton felt pain and suffocation in her chest. Just a bit of discomfort for Kate Lynch and he’s so tense, running to confront her.
To him, what does she even mean?
Chelsea Chapman was quite scared, but she didn’t dare touch Ethan Sinclair, so she worried on the sidelines, "Young Master, you..."
Chelsea Chapman didn’t finish her words before Kiana Sutton, seemingly fed up, gestured angrily, "I didn’t make it bad on purpose; my cooking is just like that."
Ethan Sinclair sneered, "Really? The food you make for your brother is so delicious, so why is it so terrible for Kate? Isn’t it because you think I like Kate that you’re taking revenge on her since your father went to prison because of her?"
"That’s not true!"
Chelsea Chapman usually fears Ethan Sinclair, but she doesn’t want him to misunderstand Kiana Sutton.
"Young Master, the food Young Madam sent to Joshua was actually made by me; Young Madam’s a disaster in the kitchen. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t make a decent dish, yet you insisted she personally cook for Miss Lynch. For that, Young Madam spent over three hours busy in the kitchen."
Saying this, Chelsea Chapman was so agitated that her eyes turned red, "Young Madam obeys you so much, running in this hot weather to deliver food to her own rival, and possibly getting humiliated by The Lynches. Yet you wrongly blamed her, you are too much!"
Normally, Chelsea Chapman wouldn’t dare to confront Ethan Sinclair like this, but Kiana Sutton couldn’t speak up for herself, express her grievances, or share her sadness like a normal person, and Chelsea couldn’t stand it anymore.
Kiana Sutton was deeply saddened, not wanting to explain further, knowing Ethan Sinclair would never believe her anyway. With red eyes, she ran upstairs.
The atmosphere in the living room was silent enough to hear a pin drop; Ethan Sinclair froze for a few seconds before coldly looking at Chelsea Chapman, "Is what you said true?"
"I wouldn’t dare lie to you!"
Ethan Sinclair felt conflicted and irritated. Just as he was about to go upstairs, Chelsea Chapman called out to him, "Young Master, Young Madam likes you so much, but you hurt her like this. If one day she gets heartbroken enough to leave you, you..."
Her subsequent words were choked back when she received Ethan Sinclair’s icy warning look.
She didn’t dare say more and hurriedly gathered the shelled walnuts on the table.
At midnight, Ethan Sinclair finished his work, took a shower, but couldn’t fall asleep.
Thinking of Kiana Sutton’s red eyes and pale complexion as she went upstairs, he felt quite distressed.
What troubled him even more was realizing that his emotions had somehow started to be influenced by Kiana Sutton’s every move.
At one in the morning, someone pushed open Kiana Sutton’s bedroom door, and a tall, slender figure walked in.
At Kiana Sutton’s bedside was a starry night lamp, illuminating the room as if built in the Milky Way, filled with magnificent stars.
She liked to keep the starry night lamp on when sleeping, now she looked like a sleeping beauty enveloped by stars, quiet yet warm.
For some reason, seeing this scene, Ethan Sinclair’s heart suddenly softened.
Suddenly, Kiana Sutton let out a sob from the bed, although the sound was small, Ethan Sinclair heard it.
Ethan Sinclair walked over and saw Kiana Sutton curled up on the bed, eyes closed, brows furrowed, with a reddened nose and cheeks.
She looked like she’d suffered through endless grievances.
A tear slipped from her eye, and long, lovely fingers gently wiped it away.
Suddenly, Kiana Sutton grabbed his hand, dreaming about something, she held his hand in her arms, quietly sobbing.
Noticing her lips moving, Ethan Sinclair carefully looked and determined from lip reading that she was saying "Dad."
After leaving Kiana Sutton’s room, Ethan Sinclair made a phone call, "It’s me... Tomorrow morning, notify Kiana Sutton..."
When Kiana Sutton woke again, her head hurt badly.
She got ready and went downstairs, seeing Ethan Sinclair at the dining table; today was the weekend, Ethan Sinclair didn’t need to work.
He wore a casual white T-shirt, looking more relaxed compared to his usual meticulous work attire.
Possibly due to his time in the military, his posture was straight, yet his eating was unhurried and graceful, quite pleasing to the eye.
"Young Madam, I made your favorite millet porridge and bamboo shoots bun, come and eat."
Kiana Sutton didn’t look at Ethan Sinclair anymore, silently walked over and sat across from him.
She really didn’t have much appetite, took just two bites, and didn’t want to continue.
"What? Eating with me makes it so hard for you to swallow?"
Kiana Sutton pressed her lips, gently shaking her head.
Her phone on the table suddenly rang; hardly anyone called her, so Kiana Sutton picked it up.
"Is this Miss Kiana Sutton? This is prison 202 hospital; your requested visitation document has been approved..."
After ending the call, Kiana Sutton was so surprised she was dumbfounded for a moment.
Until Ethan Sinclair’s cool voice sounded, "Who was the call from, making you so happy?"
Afraid Ethan Sinclair wouldn’t let her go, Kiana Sutton immediately restrained her smile and nervously gestured, "Insurance seller."
Kiana Sutton feared Ethan Sinclair would press further for details, but fortunately, he only snorted lightly without asking more.
Thinking of soon being able to see her father, Kiana Sutton’s appetite increased, finishing a bowl of porridge and eating two buns.
Ethan Sinclair watched her looking so eager and delighted, he suddenly felt a bit displeased...
