Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 

“What?” fan tumed in shock, pointing at Ethan. “What did you just say! 

Severing ties? 

Fury surged across lan’s face as he strode up in Elsan, jabbing a finger at his face. “Say that again!” 

Echian temained unafraid, his voice calm as he repeated, “I said if you don’t hand Leahover, I’ll sever ties with the Grayson family- Before he could finish, a resounding slap landed on his face, turning his head to the side and leaving him momentarily numb Atense silence filled the study. 

After a moment, Ethan pressed his tongue against the numbness inside his cheek. He raised his Leah so much, then consider her your granddaughter. From now on, I’ll have nothing to do with the dayson family. ” 

rad and fooked at Fan with sharp determination. “If you care about 

with that, he turned and stored out. Behind him, lari’s pupils contracted sharply. As he watched Ethan’s figure disappear, a sharp pain pierced his heart. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he collapsed. 

Just then, Andy, having just seen off the furious Ethan, approached the study door. He was stunned to see lag on the floor “quick! Someone, call for an ambulanc 

he shouted in panic. 

When Lopened my eyes again, the daylight was streaming in 

After crying most of the night, my eyes felt sore and gritty. I blinked hard a few times, and as the foreign sensation began to fade, I set the picture frame down and opened the door to step outside. 

Not far from the door was a small ditch with clear, cold water flowing through it. 

I crouched by the edge, scooping water in my hands and splashing it on my face, washing away the remnants of sleep and tears until I felt refreshed. My mood Lightened as the dirt weighing on my heart began to lift. 

“Is that you. Eve?” A frail voice called from the side of the road. 

I looked up, confused, and saw an elderly woman with gray half, around 70 or 80 years old, standing a short distance away, watching me. Her slightly cloudy eyes brightened when she recognized me, 

Leaning on her cane, she hobbled closer, her excitement evident. “It really is you, Eve! You haven’t come back in so many years; t almost didn’t recognize you As she approached, I instinctively tensed and stood up. “Who are you?” I asked cautiously. 

The old woman didn’t seem bothered by my wariness. She smiled and pointed to herself, “Me? I’m Grandma Natalie, the one who used to bring you strawberry cakes. Do you remember?” 

My eyes lit up. “I remember!”