Monica, however, looked heartbroken as if Fiona had really bullied her. She acted so distraughtly that
she jumped off the bed. Ethon moved forward immediately, recalling what Audrey had just told him
about not letting Monica become too agitated.
Holding her in place, he took some tissue from the box on the nightstand. Without a word, he gently
wiped the water off her face.
Seeing his worried look, Monica frowned and gasped for air. She sniffed, "Don't you believe me,
Ethon? Why won't you say something? She actually splashed water on me."
"I didn't!" Fiona retorted immediately. Her mind buzzed. She never imagined that Monica would be so
cunning as to splatter herself with water to get her in trouble. She didn't want to be framed this way.
"Ethon, she did it! I am... I am still very sick! How could I have been so silly? How could I have
sprinkled the water on myself?" Monica acted so well that her tears began to flow freely.
Fiona felt sad. Since she had been with Ethon, this was the first time she truly understood sorrow. It
turned out that Monica hated her so much that she was willing to risk her health just to get her in
trouble.
Ethon was at a loss. On the one hand was the woman who had birthed and raised him. On another
hand, there was the love of his life. No matter what choice he made, one of them was bound to be hurt.
He chose to remain quiet.
It was as though a civil battle was about to break out. In a bid to make him speak, Monica suddenly
began gasping for air just as what she did in the Marriage Bureau a while ago. She held onto his arm
and said, "Okay then! My son doesn't believe me after I raised him all these years! I'd rather die now!"
The atmosphere in the ward became even more stiff in that instant. Although Monica was sneering
inwardly, she pretended to be upset as if Fiona had truly bullied her. This put her son in a tight spot.
Ethon saw through the ruse. He believed Fiona was telling the truth, She would never go as far as
pouring water on his mother.
Brows knit in concentration, Ethon looked first at the woman standing in front of him before shifting his
gaze to the other woman who was lying on the bed. He opened his mouth slowly. "Mom, I believe you."
When Fiona heard him say that he believed his mother, she felt like her world would collapse. He
believed her! She lost her composure and wept silently. Scalding tears streamed down her face.
"Ethon... You really don't believe me? I said I didn't spray your mom with water!" She clenched her fists
as she tried to explain. This was the last time she'd do so. She suddenly felt tired of everything.
Ethon's only immediate wish was to calm Monica down. No matter how unfairly she had treated Fiona,
she was still his mother! In any case, filial piety was always an important virtue.
Ethon stared at Fiona without responding to her protests. She looked at him intently. She had never felt
as disappointed as she did then.
Fiona wiped off her tears as she noticed the contemptuous look on Monica's face. She made herself
strong and looked at the woman who was lying on the bed, feigning pain. In a cold voice, she said,
"You badly want me out of your son's life, don't you? Well, I declare here that I'm breaking up with him.
There, you have what you've always wanted! I wish you a speedy recovery!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fiona turned around and rushed out of the ward.
Ethon's heart sank when he heard the words 'breaking up.' Monica, however, just raised her brows
dismissively. Having finally rid herself of Fiona, she had won!
Monica was a smart woman who hardly lost a bargain. She'd also framed Ivy in the past!
"Nana!" Ethon rushed after her, From her words, he could tell that she was serious about breaking up
with him. He was so flustered that he could hardly breathe.
"Ethon?" Shyla's voice came from outside the ward. She was returning with a lot of delicious food and
was confused about what had happened. She had just seen Fiona run out, and she didn't get what was
going on. She hadn't expected to meet such a scene upon her return.
Ethon didn't answer her. He pressed the doorknob with slender fingers and was going to continue
chasing after Fiona.
Then he heard another voice call him from behind.
"Ethon!" Still lying on the bed, Monica glared angrily.
Ethon stopped in his tracks. He clenched his fists and slowly turned around, fixing his deep-set eyes on
Monica. "Mom, haven't you had enough already? Just how old are you? Do you think I don't know this
filthy trick you are playing? You splashed the water yourself and lied against Fiona!"
Despite the anger flashing in his eyes, Ethon spoke in a calm tone. The moment he had turned around
and seen the aggrieved look on Fiona's face, he had became uneasy. The last thing he wanted was to
see her upset again. He had tried his best to protect her but just couldn't.
Monica was speechless. She took a deep breath and looked at him with an indecipherable expression
in her eyes.
He sneered at her, seeing no other choice except to run out of the ward.
Sitting alone in the hospital garden, Fiona looked up at the towering inpatient department and thought
about what had just happened. She was aggrieved.
She buried her face in her hands and cried. Ethon did not believe her. Her heart hurt as she thought
about it. No matter how hard she'd tried to explain, he still hadn't believed her. But she hadn't doused
his mother at all! Why didn't he take the side of justice and speak up for her?
Was having a heart disease that big of a deal? Did Monica have to subject everyone to her
unreasonable decisions? Fiona couldn't stand it anymore.
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