Ethan calmly pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. His lock screen was clearly a photo of a beautiful woman.
“See this?”
He held the phone up for everyone to see.
“My girlfriend is the Brooks family’s heiress. Robert and Margaret Brooks fully approve—unlike some people who are like stray cats, unwanted by anyone.”
The moment I saw the wallpaper, I recognized her—it was Sophia Brooks.
I had no intention of responding and was just about to stand up.
Every gaze in the room immediately shifted toward me, as if expecting me to finally lose my composure and confront Ethan.
After all, that’s how it had always been between us.
When we were kids, he once poured ink into my meat pie.
I put laxatives in his oatmeal porridge.
Neither of us ever let the other off easily—
And I never allowed him the last word.
But now? Now Ethan was as light as a feather in my heart.
I picked up my bag and headed toward the exit.
“Lily Anderson!”
His voice, tinged with irritation, rang out behind me.
I paused mid-step.
Ethan rose from his seat, anger flashing in his eyes.
“Five years without seeing me, and you don’t have a single thing to say?”
For a split second, I thought maybe it was love turned to hate.