CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: MY MOM IS NOT A THIEF

Clearly, he was meddling in other’s affairs.

"Mr. Grant..."

Seeing Ethan Grant come out of the examination room, the assistant panicked and started spraying alcohol, wishing he could disinfect Ethan Grant from head to toe.

Ethan Grant had a germaphobia and hated hospitals the most. He didn’t even want to set foot in such places.

Yet he held that filthy woman and went into the hospital!

This was enough to shock the assistant for days.

"Mr. Grant, the hotel’s surveillance has been sent over, do you need me to..."

"No need!" Ethan Grant was very angry, even slightly impatient.

The assistant quickly shut up, knowing Ethan Grant was angry, and followed him. "Mr. Grant, although that Miss Aston was once Young Master Jayden’s fiancée, their engagement has been dissolved, and she has no connection to the Grant Family. She’s a fake heiress; you don’t need to care about her."

Ethan Grant said nothing.

"Also, I heard that this Yvette Aston has a very promiscuous lifestyle and even has a child. Seeing how thin she’s become, who knows what kind of illness she has..." the assistant murmured softly.

Before finishing, he felt a chill down his spine.

Ethan Grant’s gaze was icy as he reached out to take the alcohol wipes handed over by the assistant and wiped with disdain.

"Don’t speak on things without proof, and never casually slander a woman." Although somewhat disgusted, Ethan Grant still disliked hearing the people around him badmouth a woman.

The assistant quickly shut his mouth.

...

In the ward.

"A mild concussion, you need to be hospitalized for observation." Lucas Lockwood instructed Yvette Aston to behave and finish the IV drip.

"No... no need, I won’t get treated." Yvette Aston panicked, looking at Lucas with fear. "I, I don’t have money."

She had no money.

"Don’t worry about the money, Ethan Grant has already paid for you." Lucas knitted his brows, a trace of pity in his eyes.

But he only thought Yvette Aston was pitiful.

However, everyone in Meridia knew that someone like Yvette Aston, pitiful as she may be, surely has her own detestable traits.

A little ugly duckling wanting to force her way into the upper echelons to become a swan.

If she overplayed her hand, she could blame no one.

"Ethan Grant..." Yvette Aston shivered as she uttered Ethan Grant’s name, nervously looking up at Lucas. "Doctor, how much?"

"Hmm?" Lucas was busy writing notes and didn’t hear clearly.

"Medical fees... how much?" She didn’t want to owe Ethan Grant.

The medical fees, plus the cost of the little cake.

"Including the CT scan, it should be over eight hundred." Lucas patiently replied.

Yvette Aston fell silent, saying nothing more.

"This time, finish the IV." Since Yvette Aston had run off last time, Lucas specially reminded her this time.

Yvette Aston remained silent.

She had no more questions she wanted to ask, and she could stay silent all day, without uttering a single word.

In prison, when those people bullied her and stripped her naked to humiliate her, she learned to stay silent and stopped crying for help.

When those people found it boring, they naturally let her go.

"Did you really inflict these injuries on yourself? Didn’t those people harm you?" Lucas found Yvette Aston’s personality unappealing too, too cowardly.

The police were already here, what did she have to fear saying?

Some people being bullied, they brought it on themselves.

Yvette Aston clenched her fingers, holding her curled-up legs tight, still saying nothing.

"You should try to fight back." Lucas inexplicably said, realizing he was meddling again, and left the ward.

"Fight back..." Yvette murmured.

She dared not fight back, for fear of even more severe humiliation and beatings.

When she first went to prison, Yvette Aston had tried to resist, but what came of it? The prison guards watched her get beaten and did nothing.

No one would help her, her resistance was too weak and insignificant.

She had no backing, how could she resist?

Giving a sarcastic laugh, Yvette Aston wiped her tears.

These pampered young masters, do they know what living hell means?

They only knew to say, why don’t you eat fine meat?

Telling her to resist, but did she have the means to?

Pulled out the IV needle from her hand, Yvette Aston ran away once again.

Summers was still at the Grant Family, she couldn’t rest easy.

...

At the Grant Villa.

Yvette Aston’s foot was swollen, walking with a limp.

She walked back to the villa with a dizzy head, night was about to fall.

"He broke my toy! He’s just a thief!"

"I’m not... I didn’t!"

In the yard, the sound of children quarreling.

Summers stood helplessly in the yard, surrounded by a group of servants, accusing him.

Stephen Sinclair was pointing at Summers in humiliation. "You’re so dirty, clearly you dig through trash, you’re a thief."

"The son of a thief, what else could he be? Truly a den of thieves." The maid added fuel to the fire.

Summers retorted with tears in his eyes, fiercely glaring at everyone. "I didn’t, I’m not a thief!"

"That bitch of a mom of yours is a thief, stole someone else’s life for over twenty years, and still claims she’s not a thief." The housekeeper sneered.

Summers’ small body trembled with anger, they could talk about him, but not about his mom!

"My mom’s not a thief! You’re all bad people!" Summers pounced to bite, but was kicked away by the housekeeper.

Curling up in pain on the ground, Summers did not cry.

He had to protect his mom, protect her well...