"Don't worry, Sandy. Your brother is my brother. I will help him minimize the responsibility."
The next day, Ethan woke up on the sofa.
Last night, he was sitting alone in the living room, lost in thought. He looked at the clock from time to time and finally fell asleep on the sofa.
When Ethan stood up and saw the untouched slippers at the door, his face was gloomy. Then he took out his phone and sent me a message for the first time.
[Yolanda, since you don't want to come back, then you might as well never come back.]
I looked at Ethan and sneered, thinking, "I will never come back to bother you again."
Ethan washed up and went to the law firm.
This was the law firm he and my brother Chris founded together.
Not long after Ethan sat down, Sandy walked in with a stack of documents, looking a little nervous.
"Ethan, you are the only one who can help me this time."
With tears in her eyes, Sandy looked pitiful.
"I asked Alex, and he said he didn't do it on purpose. The road was slippery due to the rain, and his vision was a little blurry, so he hit someone."
Ethan immediately helped her sit down and took the documents from her.
"Is the person dead?"
Sandy nodded.