The ward was dead silent. One could only hear the buzzing of the air conditioner. Monica stared at
Fiona aggressively, giving her goose bumps all over her body.
She didn't like how smothering the atmosphere was, but she couldn't do anything about it. No matter
how much she hated Monica, she couldn't lose her temper because she was ill. She had to at least
wait until Ethon came back.
"Ahem!" Monica coughed to stifle the atmosphere, but the hostility in her remained constant.
Fiona kept quiet. She wondered if she was being a coward. She did not want to speak for fear of
starting a fight with Monica.
'If I don't speak, I won't make any mistakes, ' thought Fiona.
But Monica cast a scornful look at her and spoke in a rather arrogant tone. "Get me some water!"
Fiona looked back at her indifferently, thinking, 'I have never seen such an arrogant woman! Why does
she think she can give me orders?'
But no matter how frustrated she was, she managed to hold back her anger. She took a deep breath
and walked toward Monica.
She was in the VIP ward. There was a tea set on the nightstand. As calm as still water, Fiona poured a
glass of water for Monica. With a forced smile on her face, she held the cup in both her hands and
handed it to her.
"There you go, Aunt Monica." Her tone was neither rude nor too affectionate, making it hard for Monica
to figure out her emotions.
Monica felt disgusted at the very sight of Fiona's face. She thought that it was time for Ethon to come
back.
She glared at her while she sipped from her cup. At last, she spoke up. "What will make you leave
Ethon? Do you even love him? If you really do, you should think about his future. You two are from
completely different worlds. Do you understand me?"
Fiona was dazed.
Of course, she understood what she was implying! When they were still in high school, Ethon and she
were utterly different people. But love was capable of overcoming differences. Two completely
contrasting personalities could end up together, then why couldn't they?
Noticing how Fiona lowered her head and remained silent, Monica gained even more confidence to put
her down. "You're so young. Why do you have to tie Ethon down? I know him very well. You think he
loves you, but it's only a matter of time before he gets bored of you. If you don't want to shame him, it's
better you just leave him right away."
Fiona lifted her eyes to look at her briefly, then pursed her lips. She didn't say anything to counter her,
but that wasn't because she was timid. It was only out of respect that she didn't answer her since she
was Ethon's mother.
She knew Ethon was from a prestigious family. Malcolm and Monica had paved a bright path for him,
but he had picked his own path and started working with Fiona. No wonder Monica hated her. She
could take all her insults unless she started attacking her parents.
Fiona's extended silence now annoyed Monica. She furrowed her brows and asked her in a stern
voice, "Well? Can you say something? Can you ever hear me? Don't just stand there like a dumb girl!"
Seeing that Monica was getting agitated, Fiona started to get tensed. Still, she maintained her
composure. She finally opened her mouth, speaking calmly, "Aunt Monica, I know you don't like me,
but I really love Ethon. I don't care about his money. All I want is him."
"Ha-ha! Don't kid yourself," Monica remarked with a chuckle, obviously mocking her. "I have met a lot
of girls like you. You are exactly like that bitch, Ivy!"
Fiona stared at Monica with a grave expression. Ivy was Malcolm's first love, the most beloved woman
in his life. She was also Colin's mother. This matter was deeply rooted in her heart. Even though Ivy
had died many years ago, it was impossible for Monica to replace her in Malcolm's heart.
The corners of Fiona's mouth twitched. If Monica wasn't the mother of the man she loved most, she
would have left long ago. Why did she have to stand here and bear the insults?
She thought it was best to resort to silence again since it was anyway pointless to try to reason with
her. However, that only intensified Monica's fury. She clutched her cup so tightly her fingertips turned
pale. Suddenly, she tilted the cup and spilled the water on herself, making her look miserable.
Fiona's eyes widened in shock. She had no idea what she was going to do next. Monica grew
hysterical, let out a violent shriek and threw the cup on the floor. "How could you be so cruel? What
have I done to you? You are so narrow-minded! Why did you splash the water on me, you dumb bitch!"
Monica started babbling and acting out. Fiona was completely taken aback, at a loss for words and
clueless as to what she should do.
But before she could do anything, the door of the ward opened.
Ethon walked into the room with a poker face. His eyes fell on Monica, who was a mess and Fiona,
who was just standing there, frowning.
Fiona's eyes widened with shock and grievance. The air in the ward had suddenly become stale.
All of a sudden, Monica cast a pitiful glance at Ethon and started crying. "Ethon, this woman is really
heartless! She poured water on me when you were outside. It would be better if I just die right now!"
Ethon looked at Fiona, swallowing and frowning.
"I didn't do anything, Ethon. She spilled the water on herself," Fiona explained earnestly.
"You're lying. I was just trying to teach you something. Why on earth would I pour water on myself? Do I
look that insane to you?" Pretending to be weak and frail, Monica wiped her tears off, sobbing like a
little girl.
"Ethon, it's really wasn't me!" Fiona cried out, quickly stepping closer to Ethon.
Ethon's instincts told him to trust Fiona. She wasn't that kind of a person. He had seen how resilient
and calm she was in the face of Monica's insults. The only time she talked back was when she mocked
her parents. She really was one in a million.
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