Chapter 46

Mia POV
 
"How do you expect me to trust that kind of person again?" 
 
"But she said it was a mistake." Ethan just kept on saying words that make me think otherwise.
 
"What kind of mistake is that?" I asked rudely.
 
"No one is perfect," he said.
 
" Perfect! Perfect,you say," I hissed.
 
"Putting poison in my dish, and you call that a mistake." I just kept up hissing on every one of my statements.
 
"She didn't plan for that," I interrupted.
 
"Can't she smell?" I asked. 
 
"Can't you taste?" 
 
"Are you on my side or on her own side?" I questioned sitting up immediately, despite the pain.
 
"On no one side," he said.
 
"But... " He interrupted my words.
 
"You got to have a forgiving spirit.".
 
*****
 
I glared at Ethan, my anger boiling over with his words.
 
"You're just making excuses for her, right?" I spat to his words.
 
"She tried to kill me, Ethan. My own blood sister." I couldn't believe he was defending her after what she had done to me, after faking her words. I have known her for almost 20 years, and I know what she is literally capable of doing.
 
Ethan held up his hands, trying to placate me. 
 
"Mia, please. Just listen to me. Amanda is sorry for her bad action. She didn't mean to hurt you." But I wasn't having it at all. I was beyond reason.
 
"Sorry? Sorry isn't enough at all for what she did. She could have killed me if I wasn't rushed in here," I repeated, my voice rising with anger. 
 
I just couldn't believe he didn't understand the severity of the situation at hand.
 
Just then, the door to my hospital room opened, and Amanda walked in with a pityful look with Alexander by her side.
 
My anger surged again with just setting my eyes on her, and I felt my heart racing and pounding. 
 
"How dare she show her face here?" I asked myself.
 
"Get her out of here now," I demanded of her, pointing at Amanda as we made a few steps in the room.
 
I didn't want to see her face, didn't want to talk to her, or have anything to do with her.
 
But Ethan just shook his head, turning to me.
 
"Mia, please calm down. Just talk to her like sisters." He was still trying to defend her even when I warned about that, still trying to make excuses for her.
 
I turned my gaze on Amanda quickly, my eyes blazing with anger and frustration.
 
"You have absolutely nothing to say to me," I hissed. 
 
"You've done enough damage already." I couldn't believe she had the nerve to come here to try to apologize to me after keeping my life hanging.
 
Amanda looked down, tears streaming down her face like one little baby.
 
"Mia, I'm so... so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything. I love you like a sister." But I just laughed, a bitter sound from me.
 
"You love me? You call hanging my life, love?" I repeated with a mean lokm, my voice dripping with sarcasm and anger. She didn't know the meaning of the word she said.
 
Alexander took a step forward to me, his eyes worried also.
 
"Mom, please. Just listen to Amanda." But I shook my head with a sigh, my anger hurt too much to bear alone.
 
"Get them both out of here," I demanded, turning my back on themball. I couldn't take it anymore.
 
Ethan sighed and stood up, ushering Amanda and Alexander out of the room. But I knew this wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot, nor by a short one.
 
As soon as they were gone, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me quickly.
 
I was tired of the whole drama, tired of the pain and suffering. I just wanted to be left alone for a while.
 
But I knew that wasn't possible. Not now, not ever.
 
"Ethan," I turned to look at him.
 
"You are cruel, Mia," he said with dripping anger.
 
"Is that what you have to tell me now?" I asked.
 
"How could you even do that to your child, sending him out of the ward?" His eyes were filled with anger.
 
"He's a little boy, and that isn't a problem," he kept on attacking my words as if it were a huge fight.
 
"You say it's not a problem, keeping that little boy crying outside because his mother just took him as a less important human being." Ethan was fully filled with anger already, and this just made me more pale that I have fewer words to say.
 
" Ethan..." He interrupted, his voice filled with fury.
 
"Let me complete my words." He exclaimed with rage of raging anger.
 
"You should have just forgiven her and given her another chance," I interrupted him.
 
"By chance, do you know what I have passed through in the hands of that lady I call a sister?" I groaned.
 
"That's your past, Mia; everyone has their own past, and you can't use your past to judge your own future," he said, bringing himself closer to me.
 
"And so she hated me," he interrupted once more.
 
"Sold you out," I glanced at him awkwardly.
 
"You say that same line every time, Mia. Mia, you have to really change for the better" he picked up his phone.
 
"Ethan," he turned around to walk out.
 
"I have other issues to take care of, Mia, and a child plus in-law to take home and plead with," he walked out of me.