Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 

“You may have saved me from despair, but you also plonged me into it,” I said. 

After I finished speaking, Ethan seemed to be stunned tot a moment. I turned away. Both Ethan and his alcoholic scent nauseated me. past before I was about to puke, he hurriedly got up from me. With a voice so soft that it was barely audible, he said, “I’m sorry, I-” Ethan stood up and looked at me with a conflicted expression. After a moment, he apologized again and staggered out. 1 

As I watched him leave. I slowly closed my eyes and unclenched my fists. Just when my fear had dissipated just a little, I heard a bang. I opened my eyes and saw Ethan lying on the ground. 

After a moment of hesitation, I gathered the clothes that Ethan had tom and stood up. I said, “Ethan, if you want to pass out, do it outside. Don’t do it here in my house. 

However, Ethan didn’t move 

“Ethan,” 1 called again. 

However, he still didn’t move. 

I frowned and walked over to him. Ethan was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and blood was coming out of his abdomen. “Ethan, if you want to pass away, don’t do it in my house. Get out of here.” 

I slowly crouched down and slapped Ethan’s face. When he didn’t respond, I stood up with a frown and called the ambulance. 

The ambulance arrived quickly. The doctor walked into my home and asked me what was wrong with Ethan. I replied indifferently, saying that I didn’t know. 

I really didn’t know, if this wasn’t my home, I would be in trouble it something happened to him here. I wouldn’t even want to call the ambulance. 

The doctor and musse looked at me strangely. Then, they found the wound on Ethan’s stomach. 

I stood at the door. As I listened to them talking about Ethan being unconscious because he had an infection and a high fever, I couldn’t help but frown. After doing some first–aid, they moved Ethan to the stretcher. 

When they left my house, and I was about to close my door, the doctor at the back turned around and said to me, “Please come with us to the hospital.” 

“Me?” I looked at them and smiled faintly. “I don’t know him well. He passed out in my place by accident. Just contact his family when you arrive at the hospital.” “The patient isn’t in good condition right now. He needs to be accompanied by a relative, so 

“I’m not his celative,” I interrupted the doctor. “Besides, are you not going to treat him if I don’t go with you?” 

The doctor then told me not to make things hard for them. 

I took a deep breath, doing my best to hold back my irritation. I said to myself, “This is the last time I’ll help him.” After telling the doctor to walt, I went to the room to see