Elena was starting to resemble her mother more and more, especially as she blossomed into a graceful young woman. Everywhere she went, there were traces of her mother in her.
But how could he, a friend of her mother, ever think of her that way?
The hospital called, saying that Sienna refused to eat. They were at their wits' end, and by the time Ethan arrived, Sienna was in tears, asking the doctor if the scars on her face would remain.
She had injured her face while saving Elena, and for a female celebrity, that was a potentially career-ending scar.
Ethan moved to comfort Sienna, wrapping his arms around her and gently patting her back. “Don’t worry, I’ll find the best doctor to help you remove the scar. It won’t leave any trace.”
Sienna buried her face in his chest, sobbing, her shoulders shaking with each breath.
“Ethan, will you still want me?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Of course I will.”
“Then... what about the wedding?”
“Just discuss it with my mother. You can do whatever you want,” Ethan said, his tone indifferent. He had no particular thoughts about the wedding.