Ethan Grant leaned against the wall, coldly watching the four people looking back at him.
He didn't speak, but the chill emanating from him had already made them inexplicably anxious, even Zoe Quinn's sobbing had quieted down.
"I don't have such poor taste!"
The words came out with a hint of sarcasm, making Zoe Quinn, who was lying on the hospital bed, look even paler, her body trembled slightly, tears quickly slid from her eyes. Before she could burst into another act and call "Brother Ethan," Ethan Grant continued his cold ridicule, "I never had any interest in her."
His words were straightforward, without a trace of lingering affection.
He didn't need to say it, the four people in this hospital room could tell, especially Zoe Quinn.
Yet she was still dreaming, hoping to get something from him.
"You're lying."
Ethan Grant had said similar words to her, but saying it now in front of Claire Sullivan and Joel Quinn was too much for Zoe Quinn to bear.
