Ethan’s mind raced as he tried to process what he had witnessed. His heart ached at the sight of his mother, vulnerable and hurt, and his anger towards Olivia was palpable. But beyond the fury, there was a profound sense of loss, a shattering of the life he thought he knew.
Gently helping Margaret back into her wheelchair, Ethan whispered soothing words, his touch tender, hoping to alleviate some of the trauma she had endured. He felt a surge of protective instinct, a need to shield her from further harm. Once she was settled, he turned his attention back to Olivia, his face a mask of steely determination.
“You need to leave,” Ethan said coldly, his voice devoid of the warmth it once held for her. Olivia’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her features.
