Chapter 6

Olivia woke up in the middle of the night, her chest hurting badly. She tried to call a doctor but found her phone was dead.

She could only drag herself to find suppressants, but the pain and burning sensation made it difficult to move.

If only Ethan were here, he would surely rush over to take care of her, staying by her side every step of the way.

Ethan was always the first person to truly care about her.

"Ethan, don't go."

Olivia curled up on the floor, her face pale and her breathing weak, but she still mumbled Ethan's name.

When Mr. Chen found Olivia, he was startled and hurriedly called Dr. Zhou.

When Olivia woke up, she saw the empty room, with servants and the doctor looking at her with worried faces.

She still didn't see the person she wanted to see most.

In the past, when things like this happened, let alone fainting, even if she just had a headache, Ethan would be by her side taking meticulous care of her.

But since Ethan had decisively broken up with her, he had truly vanished from Olivia's world without a trace.

For some reason, a surge of indescribable anger suddenly welled up in Olivia's heart. Her eyes darkened, and the atmosphere in the entire villa turned bone-chillingly cold. Everyone lowered their heads in silence.

"Bring Ethan to me, no matter where he is. I want to see him immediately. Tell him the Thompson family has lost something and suspects he took it."

No one dared to disobey her order. Ethan was thus forcibly brought away by Olivia's people.

When he arrived at the villa, Ethan was tightly holding Emily's urn. His face was ashen, with no light in his eyes.

"I thought you had a backbone and they couldn't bring you back."

As soon as he entered, Olivia sneered at him sarcastically. Nathan was also sitting by the bed, looking at him arrogantly.

"Didn't you say something was lost? Check then."

Ethan mechanically raised his arms to let the bodyguards search him. Throughout the process, his expression remained blank.

He didn't even lift his head, just silently watching Olivia's bodyguards open his suitcase and search, finally finding nothing.

Olivia had deliberately called Nathan over to provoke Ethan, but his demeanor showed no sign of caring. The two were like strangers who had never met before.

Could it be that he really didn't care about her anymore, didn't love her anymore? Was he really leaving her?

Olivia didn't believe it. She thought Ethan surely couldn't live without her.

Seeing him about to turn and leave, a surge of anger and indescribable panic suddenly swept over her.

Seeing this, Nathan's eyes flashed with a cold light as he called out to Ethan.

"You rude thing, don't you even know how to say hello?"

Nathan narrowed his eyes, staring at him resentfully, as if trying to see through him.

He had been with Olivia for so long, but had never seen her care about someone so much, and that person was actually Ethan!

The thought that he couldn't even compare to a chauffeur's son made Nathan furious.

He didn't attack Ethan directly, but just smiled slightly: "Poor people like you would never admit to stealing. Who knows, maybe it's hidden somewhere inconspicuous, like the box you're holding."

Hearing this, Ethan finally seemed to come alive. He tightly hugged the box, glaring angrily at him.

"Don't you dare touch it!"

Nathan raised an eyebrow. Sure enough, this box was Ethan's weak point. He felt increasingly smug in his heart and was determined to find out what Ethan was treasuring so much.

Seeing Ethan refuse to let go, Nathan directly reached out to snatch it.

With a crash, the urn in his arms fell to the ground, instantly shattering. Along with it, Ethan's heart shattered into pieces.

The air was terrifyingly quiet. After a long while, Nathan covered his nose and glanced at Ethan disdainfully.

"Are you so poor that you can't even afford flour? I thought it was something valuable!"

Ethan looked at the ashes scattered on the floor, his pupils shaking.

"No!"

He fell to his knees, frantically trying to gather the ashes on the ground with his hands.

"No, it's all mine, it's all mine."

Ethan had no container to put it in. He could only use his clothes to protect his sister's soul, desperately trying to gather it up with his hands.

He didn't even dare to cry, fearing his tears would wet the ashes and prevent his sister from resting in peace.

Seeing him like this, Nathan suddenly became interested. He liked seeing Ethan devastated, in pain, and helpless.

"Ethan." Nathan disregarded everything and directly stepped on the pile of ashes, swaggering over. He bent down and whispered in his ear: "Oops, I seem to have dirtied it. I'm so sorry! Do you need me to compensate you?"

The little bit of ashes that had just been gathered up were now filthy beyond recognition.

Ethan's eyes were bloodshot, almost bursting.

He could no longer maintain his rationality.

That was his deceased sister! It was his only reason for living in this world!

Ethan suddenly stood up and used all his strength to kick Nathan down. He viciously punched his face, with a ferocity that seemed intent on killing him.

This still wasn't enough to vent Ethan's inner rage. He kicked Nathan's stomach hard, wishing he could make him pay with his life for his sister!

"Help... help... this madman wants to kill me."

Nathan was beaten to within an inch of his life and could only desperately slap at Ethan's movements, crying out loudly for help.

"What are you all standing there for? Are you waiting for someone to die?"

Olivia was also frightened and screamed for the bodyguards to pull Ethan away. Ethan was thrown heavily to the ground, cradling the scattered ashes on the floor, crying heart-rendingly.

Nathan barely escaped with his life, lying on the floor gasping for breath like he had just survived a great calamity, his face still showing traces of fear.