Later she returned, and Ethan, seeing me, quickly slipped into the back seat.
“If it weren’t for Ms. Bennett today, my mother wouldn’t even have been admitted to the hospital.”
“Adrian, I’m so sorry—I didn’t know today was the day you were getting your marriage license.”
“I’ll handle the appointment next time!”
I’d heard about how Ethan Miller had been caring for his terminally ill mother all on his own. My sympathy got the better of me, and along with it, my suspicions about him and Claire Bennett faded for a while.
But after he messed up the appointment over and over again, I had no choice but to take another hard look at their relationship.
Claire’s defense of him became more public, more shameless. She even humiliated me in front of others just to shield him.
That’s when I realized—day by day, through endless pity, she had given Ethan not only her sympathy, but her love.
After getting my hand bandaged at the hospital, I returned home. The smell of meat filled the air the moment I opened the door.
Claire was in the kitchen. She froze when she saw me, a steaming bowl of porridge in her hands.
“Take this in to him. Say you’re sorry, and we’ll put this whole thing behind us.”