Her pitiful act tugged at Ethan’s heartstrings. He knelt beside her, worried and tender, completely ignoring the blood on my forehead and the red marks across my cheek.
“Where does it hurt? I’ll call a doctor for you right now.”
“I’ll have them prescribe the best medicine—you’ll recover quickly, I promise.”
Sophia leaned into his arms, but her eyes flicked toward me with a smug smile.
“No need, Mr. Cole… It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have upset Lily. She’s just in a bad mood lately. Once she vents, she’ll be fine. I’m okay.”
“She’s in a bad mood, so she gets to shove people?” Ethan snapped, his eyes sharp as ice.
“When did you become so vicious, Lily Evans?”
Vicious? My fingers brushed the warm blood on my temple. Three years of marriage—managing his company’s affairs, caring for his sick mother, even pawning my inheritance jewelry during his failed startup—and in his eyes, I was nothing but a cruel woman.
“I didn’t push her.”
I forced my voice steady, though the pain had already numbed me.
“There are security cameras outside this office. Check the footage and you’ll know.”
Sophia’s face went pale. She clung tighter to Ethan’s sleeve.