Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 

When I saw him in that state, I suddenly thought of my previous life. 

Fonce had a high fever in the middle of the night, but no matterh how many times I called Ethan, I couldn’t get through. 

The maids had wanted to take me to the hospital, but obstinately insisted on waiting for Ethan to come home. 

In the end, I fainted from the fever and lay in hospital for three days and three nights. Ethan’s phone had remained off the entire time. 

I had even began wondering if something had happened to him. 

Right after that, I bumped into him around the corner in the hospital, 

He had been carefully taking care of Leals, and when Leah sarme, she whined at him on purpose, “Ethan, only twisted my anide. It’s been three days! The company needs you. You should go home.” 

She had smiled so brightly that it seemed to make my eyes sting 

What had Ethan said at the time? 

He had said, “It’s alright. Company affairs aren’t as important as you are.” 

Was it the company that was unimportant, or was it me? 

I pulled myself away from the memories, but my heart still throbbed dully. It was time to make a choice again. 

“What about you, Ethan? Do you also owe Leah something?” I suppressed the lump in my throat, unwilling to show him my weakness. 

“Do I deserve to suffer temble things just because Leah is to be pitied? What right do you have to forgive her on my behalf? We’re not even friends. Don’t cross the 

“She wanted to take nude photos of me, and she hired people to ruin me. Despite this, you’re still on her side, aren’t you? 

“I see that you haven’t changed at all. You’ve never cared for me. Ethan, you’re disgusting” 

The wann affection I had felt over the past two days had been shattered by reality, and my thoughts were slowly becoming clearer. 

Wait a minute! Why did I have to wait for Ethan to choose between Leah and me? Had I been reborn just to get hurt again? 

No, absolutely not. 

I ignored Ethan and picked up my phone to call the police. “Hello, is this the police station? – 

Before I could finish, Ethan somehow found the strength to snatch the phone away from me. I stared at him in shock 

“Hello, are you still on the line?” 

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“I’m sorry. Wrong number,” than answered firmly, his voice trembling. 

“Please don’t disrupt public order. Making a false police report can have you punished by- 

My ears were ringing I couldn’t hear the rest of the sentence clearly, 

I felt my heart thumping madly from anger, and then my world began spinning. 

When I woke up again, it was the middle of the right. The darkness outside the window seemed to devour everything like a vicious beast. 

Ethan was sitting beside my bed, and he had fresh bandages on his wound. When he saw that I was awake, he got to his teet excitedly and pressed the call button at 

I had a splitting headache.