Chapter 152

"Which eye saw me provoking him?" Evelyn Sullivan frowned, her tone icy.

Ethan Sullivan's gaze darkened. "Both."

"..."

Utterly unreasonable!

She turned her face away, ignoring him while considering whether to investigate Adrian Sullivan's background.

Then it struck her—once divorced from Ethan, the Sullivan family affairs would no longer concern her. No matter how dangerous Adrian was, he couldn't threaten her.

The thought lifted a weight off her chest.

At Harmony Manor, Margaret Sullivan's hand trembled as she clutched her phone.

"Henry, Adrian has returned!"

Within half an hour, Henry Sullivan rushed home, dust still clinging to his clothes.

"What happened?"

He'd been on his way to a business meeting when the call came.

"He appeared during the cake-cutting ceremony," Margaret whispered. "Could he be back for the inheritance?"

Had Zachary and Jane Sullivan not died in that car crash, and Adrian not vanished mysteriously, Ethan might never have become CEO.

Henry's expression turned grave. "We'll observe first. Ethan has managed Sullivan Group all these years. Adrian can have shares, but seizing control? Impossible."

"Why return after all this time?" Margaret twisted her fingers anxiously.

Henry's eyes turned cold. "Adrian is my nephew, orphaned by tragedy. From now on, he's my son. If I hear such words again, don't blame me for being harsh."

Margaret paled, murmuring assent.

"I have work. Won't be back tonight."

Watching her husband leave, Margaret clenched her fists. She should've known—this business marriage never held his heart.

For a month, Dr. Evan had administered daily acupuncture treatments to Ethan.

Today, after the session, Dr. Evan had Ethan attempt standing.

Under Evelyn's hopeful gaze, Ethan slowly rose. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead from the pain, but he remained silent, walking for ten full minutes before returning to his wheelchair.

"Good progress," Dr. Evan nodded. "Continue rehabilitation, and you'll walk normally in two weeks."

Ethan's expression stayed indifferent, showing no joy.

"What's the fee?"

"One million," Dr. Evan said briskly. "I'll send the account details to Ms. Sullivan."

After seeing Dr. Evan out, Evelyn turned back. "Aren't you happy your legs are healing?"

"I am."

His flat tone made her press her lips together.

"I'll draw your bath."

As water filled the tub, Evelyn's mind wandered.

Once his legs recovered, their divorce would proceed.

The thought left a dull ache in her chest.

Perhaps she'd just grown accustomed to his presence. Separation would take adjustment.

"Evelyn!" Ethan's voice suddenly called from the doorway. "Grandmother collapsed—she's hospitalized!"