Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 

Ethan frome for a second, then hung up the phone. 

Leah killed Evelyn’s grandmother? 

edid’t want to believe His mind buzzed, reusing to accept the newes 

“I don’t believe it,” he muttered standing up quickly, he bumped his leg agatust the edge of the table, and his dark pants instantly stained red. 

Seemingly oblivious to the pain, he grabbed his keys and stoned out 

Leaving the club, he headed to the paling lot, igually, he intended on driving there, but realized he’d had way too med to drink. 

just then, antiber tide palled into the parking lot. Without thinking, Ethan climbed inside. “To Zen Apartment,” 

The shiver blinked in contusion. “Hey, this isn’t the address on me app. Are you the customer with the number ending in 02 317) 

As the divers 

spoke, the real passenger approached. 

“Yeah, that’s me!” The man stood outside the door, glaring at Ethan. “Who the hell are you? This is my ride. Get out!” 

Ethan’s expression didn’t change. He pulled out his wallet and handed the gay a stack of bills. “I’m in a hurry. This should cover it. Thanks.” 

He slipped a few more bills to the daiver. “Zen Apartment, Please.” 

The dever and passenget exchanged bewildered looks. Then, the passenger noticed the blood on ihan’s leg. 

“You’re bleeding, man 

man. Maybe you should hit the hospital titst. Take the tide, I don’t even need the money.” 

Ethun ignored him, simply repeating to the driver, “Zempatmen.” 

Histace was pale, and it was unclear whether it was from blood loss or something else weighing on him. 

The driver, not wanting to waste any more time, nodded and quickly started the car. 

What was normally a 30–minute drive was cut down to 25. Ethan paid and got out of the car, muttering a quick “thanks” 

As the evening darkened, Lihan bared toward Evelyn’s building but stopped suddenly at the entrance. He was scared, 

To Evelyn, he was the one indirectly responsible for her grandmother’s death. Her grandmother meant everything to her–Evelyn must hate him now. 

He was the killer. 

Erhan suddenly staggered and collapsed backward against a tree. He barely managed to stay upright. A wave of nausea hit him, and he doubled over, dry–heaving against the tree 

His stomach, full of alcohol, chued violently. After a few minutes, it felt as though his insides were being wring out like a soaked towel. 

Erhan wiped his mouth and looked up. 

The wann, yellow light from Evelyn’s apartment window glowed softly. He thought about the phone call Antoine received at the club, and how Lyla had brought Evelynallertavorite dishes. They would be there with her.