CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: SHE HAS THIS ILLNESS TOO

Ethan Sterling seemed not to have heard her words and said to himself, "I hope you can recognize your relationship with me. You are my ex-wife’s sister and my business partner, nothing more."

Nothing more? Rhonda Sullivan felt as if struck by a bolt of lightning, unable to react for a long time. She looked at him with eyes full of pleading, trying to smile but failing, "Ethan, did I do something wrong to make you angry? I’ll change, I’ll... I’ll reflect on myself. If I upset Wenny, I’ll apologize immediately. I can kneel to her, I can!"

Ethan Sterling heard "Wenny" and felt a surge of nameless anger, "The reason you moved in was that Seth needed a mother, so I agreed. But now, my son doesn’t like you. Considering that you’ve been devoted for these years, I hope it can stop here and not affect our business dealings."

After saying this, he stood up, "Finish eating before you leave."

Rhonda Sullivan’s mind echoed his words as she stared blankly at the table full of dishes in front of her, only feeling mocked. Suddenly, she went mad and pushed all the dishes to the floor.

Today’s menu was something she had meticulously researched for a long time. She had tried each dish at home no less than ten times, knowing his stomach was accustomed to the picky taste of that disgraceful woman. She was afraid it wouldn’t suit his palate. She hadn’t even expected him to praise her for the taste; she would be satisfied as long as he took a few more bites of each dish.

But reality slapped her hard in the face.

Five years of companionship only exchanged for a sentence: My son doesn’t like you, don’t affect business dealings.

Hahaha, what a "my son doesn’t like you"! What a "don’t affect business"!

The Sterling Group now holds an undeniable position in the international market, no longer requiring the connections of The Sullivan Group nor needing the various favorable treaties to support them. He has indeed long possessed the capital to pull strings on The Sullivan Group from a high standing.

Rhonda Sullivan sat motionless on the chair, with no expression on her face.

The servant, who was close and familiar with her, waited for a long while before gathering the courage to step forward and ask, "Miss Sullivan, are you alright?"

She then gave a cold smile, "I’m fine, what’s there to be wrong." After speaking, she elegantly got up and quickly left The Sterling Family.

The servant was left stunned by her gaze for a long time until Rhonda Sullivan closed the door and went out. She swallowed. In her heart, she thought that Miss Sullivan’s gaze just now seemed like she was about to commit murder.

Rhonda Sullivan drove swiftly on the highway, her eyes cold, her face filled with murderous intent. On the other end of the phone, the tone beeped a few times before quickly being connected, "Teach her a lesson first."

"Yes, Mr. Sullivan." The assistant agreed and hung up the phone.

*

In the afternoon, Ruby Sullivan and her daughter woke from a nap and planned to take a stroll in the nearby small park. Partly because Honey wanted to play outside, and partly to exercise her legs.

This time was perfect as it wasn’t too hot, and on weekends, many parents brought their children out to play.

Ruby Sullivan bought Honey a bubble gun, and the little one quickly started playing with a little girl of a similar age.

It must be said, even though Honey had been cooped up at home since she was young, it hadn’t affected her social ability at all. The teacher said she was also very popular in kindergarten. Perhaps it was because her best friend since she was young was her assistant, which might have enhanced her eloquence better than an average child.

Ruby Sullivan enjoyed the afternoon breeze in the park, finding it a rare moment of leisure.

Suddenly, a woman approached with a smile and said, "Your child is really adorable, how old is she?"

Ruby Sullivan, who usually paid great attention to all social news related to children, was instantly alert when faced with such a conversing stranger but still answered politely, "Five years old." Her eyes, however, never left Honey.

Just then, she suddenly saw a man bowing his head in front of Honey, wearing a baseball cap, making it difficult to see his face.

Ruby Sullivan was startled, no longer caring about what the woman was saying, and immediately called out "Honey" as she walked toward her daughter.

At this moment, the woman who spoke to her also called out, and the little girl playing with Honey immediately ran to her mother.

Honey tilted her head and smiled at her, making Ruby Sullivan breathe a sigh of relief, thinking she was too sensitive.

At this moment, the man also stood up, looked up at her, "Your daughter is really cute." After saying that, he patted Honey on the head.

The next second, red liquid dripped down from Honey’s hair, and the smiling Honey burst into tears.

Ruby Sullivan hurriedly ran over, but the man had already turned around and run away without a trace.

The blood flowed more and more, quickly dyeing Honey’s face red.

Ruby Sullivan, with trembling hands, picked up her daughter, her unsteady ankle nearly causing her to fall to the ground, but she forcibly held her ground despite the pain.

Half an hour later, Honey was sent into the emergency room.

Ruby Sullivan waited outside the ward, looking at that red light, her heart chilled.

Suddenly, someone placed a hand on her shoulder, startling her. She turned her head and saw it was Ethan Sterling.

"Why are you here?"

"Mama Bennett called me, afraid you couldn’t handle it on your own." Ethan Sterling looked at her bewildered and helpless appearance, unable to resist stepping forward to hug her, "Don’t worry, Honey will be fine."

Ruby Sullivan felt the warmth of his embrace, grabbed his coat, and finally couldn’t hold back, bursting into tears.

The police had already gone to the park to retrieve surveillance records, but they didn’t get a clear look at the man’s face, nor did they find the time when he left the park. There is a high possibility he changed clothes in a concealed part of the park.

Though the park isn’t large, it’s still not difficult to find a personless spot to change clothes and leave silently.

The police’s preliminary judgment was that it might be a retaliatory act, but Ruby Sullivan had only been back for a few days, apart from Rhonda Sullivan, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would do such a thing.

She was really too naïve. Not only did the other party not take her threat seriously, but actually stabbed the knife into her soft spot instead.

Ruby Sullivan fiercely clutched Ethan Sterling’s coat, gritting her teeth in hatred.

An hour later, suddenly a nurse came out, hurriedly carrying several bags of blood inside.

Waiting outside, Ruby Sullivan was frantic with anxiety, but she knew it was pointless to ask at this moment.

Ever since learning about Honey’s illness, she had been exceedingly cautious, but today’s situation was still far too familiar.

Another hour later, the light in the emergency room finally turned off, and the attending doctor came out, "The wound is barely stable, but we still need to observe her for 24 hours. If her condition deteriorates, it could be life-threatening."

Ruby Sullivan collapsed in the chair.

Ethan Sterling hadn’t expected it to be this severe, chasing after the doctor he asked, "Is the wound very deep?"

The doctor sighed, "The wound isn’t deep, but she has a bleeding disorder."

Ethan Sterling froze, bleeding disorder... she had that illness too?