She could no longer endure it. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground, sobs wracking her body as tears poured down her face.
It was the final blow, the last straw that shattered her completely.
At night, as soon as she entered the ward, Ethan smashed the phone on her head.
“Casey, are you fucking crazy?” he yelled. “Who gave you the guts to hurt her? I've never said a harsh word to Lily since she was a child.”
The blood from the temple slowly flowed to the face, warm and moist and pain followed.
Casey swallowed the bitterness in his throat, “Ethan, don't you want to ask me the reason?”
“The puppy we picked up together three years ago was killed by Lily and stewed into soup. Is this a good enough reason?”
Ethan's brows relaxed for a moment, then frowned fiercely. He slapped the woman in the face, causing her to fall off the bed.
"Shut up! You're lying again. There's no way Lily would do something like that!
"You must have done something despicable to provoke such a gentle girl. And even if it’s true, it was just a dog. It's better off dead."
Just a dog that was better off dead?