Before I could respond, Lily jumped in. "Emma must be recovering so quickly. Unlike me, with my psychological issues and frequent colds."
"It's fine. We'll make sure you're well taken care of," Ethan said, holding her hand in a way that was far too affectionate, ignoring me completely.
Did he think my presence here meant everything was back to normal?
Or was he deliberately flaunting this to make me submit?
Either way, I wasn't backing down.
I wasn't the same person who would feel jealous or angry. Now, I just felt a wave of disgust.
"Lily, don't worry. We'll look after you," Ethan's mother said, then turned to me with a forced smile.
"Emma, don't you agree?"
"It's not my problem. That's between you," I said, my tone icy.
Ethan's mother's smile froze, and her brows furrowed in surprise.
Clearly, she hadn't expected me to respond like that.
Back then, I used to be overly polite to her. Every time I went to their house, I would jump at the chance to help with anything.
Meanwhile, Lily would just lounge on the couch, and Ethan would be busy peeling fruit and serving her snacks.