Chapter 275 Richard Made Ethan and Wilson's Relationship Heat Up
Richard's house.
Wilson didn't go back to Ethan's place but went to Richard's house.
Richard made Cheesy Mashed Potatoes for Wilson. "Eat something."
Wilson shook her head. She had no appetite.
"Wilson, you still have Justin. You can't have a breakdown," Richard reminded Wilson.
Wilson's eyes turned red, and she took a bite of the food.
"Is it possible that Ethan really just found out about this recently? From what we know about Ethan, he's not the type of person who will scheme against us from the beginning, and you don't have much value to him either," Richard tried to comfort Wilson, but he felt he was clumsy with his words and didn't know how to console her.
"Brother," Wilson looked up at Richard, her voice hoarse. "I can't forget what has happened."
She couldn't forget the years of hurt.
Even if these things really had nothing to do with Ethan, she still felt that she couldn't forget, and couldn't move on.
Whenever she thought about Ethan being the man six years ago, she thought about everything she had experienced in the past six years.
She couldn't let go.
"I understand," Richard nodded. "Take some time to calm down, and don't see him for now."
Wilson lowered her head and didn't speak anymore.
"Rapping." There was an urgent knocking on the door.
Richard didn't need to guess, he knew it must be Ethan.
At the doorway, Richard glanced and saw Ethan as expected.
Turning back to Wilson, Richard sighed and walked out of the door. "Mr. Ethan, please don't bother her for now. Let my sister calm down and gather her thoughts. This is not something she can understand in a short time."
Ethan looked weary, and his voice was hoarse. "Let me see her."
He just wanted to explain things properly to Wilson.
Richard shook his head. "Mr. Ethan, maybe give it some time? Wilson has serious depression, and you know that. Don't provoke her at this moment."
Ethan's body gradually stiffened, and after a long silence, he spoke outside the door. "Wilson, I never intended to hurt you. I don't know what exactly happened back then. When I found out Justin was my son, I was scared. I regret not being by your side for the past six years, and not finding you sooner. I know I was wrong."
At the dining table, Wilson hugged her legs, sobbing continuously.
She couldn't accept that the person she slept with six years ago was Ethan.
What she couldn't accept was everything that had happened in these six years.
Because whenever she thought of all the pain she had endured during these years, she would think of Ethan.
She was afraid that she couldn't handle this, and it would torment both her and Ethan.
"Wilson, do you really not want me anymore? You promised that you wouldn't leave me." Ethan's voice was hoarse as he asked.
It seemed like he had never pleaded like this to anyone before.
But he didn't dare to imagine how it would be if he lost Wilson.
He didn't even know when he started loving Wilson.
When did he start not wanting to lose her?
Richard looked at Ethan, then looked at Wilson sitting inside, and sighed.
"Mr. Ethan, go back for now." Richard was afraid that his sister would be further provoked. "Tomorrow, I will take her to a psychologist."
Ethan didn't say anything and showed no intention of leaving.
Richard had no choice but to enter the house first.
Ethan didn't leave, and Richard didn't dare to shut the door.
But Wilson really didn't want to see Ethan.
Ethan respected Wilson's decision and didn't enter.
Richard also became somewhat anxious and walked to Wilson's side. "It's quite cold outside, and it seems like he has no intention of leaving. It might rain or snow in the middle of the night."
Wilson buried her head deeper.
Seeing that Wilson was silent, Richard wandered around the living room.
"Wilson, you haven't finished your meal yet." Wilson remained motionless.
"Ethan seemed as if he hadn't slept or eaten in a day and night, and he is looking quite bad," Richard glanced outside and deliberately cleared his throat. "Mr. Ethan, are you fainting?"
Ethan looked confused. Although he was grateful for Richard's help, Richard's acting was overly dramatic.
But even though Richard's acting was exaggerated, Wilson still instinctively looked up, nervously stood up, took a few steps, and then stopped.
Biting her lip, Wilson walked out.
Richard saw Wilson move and quickly went out to press Ethan against the wall, motioning for him to pretend to faint.
At this moment, Ethan didn't care about his cleanliness obsession. He leaned against the wall, looking as if he couldn't stand.
Wilson peeked out and saw that Ethan seemed very uncomfortable. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
With a tearful grievance, Wilson reddened her eyes. She took a deep breath to calm herself before speaking. "You should leave."
Ethan looked at Wilson with heartache and stood up straight. "Wilson, I'm sorry."
Seeing that he was okay, Wilson's eyes turned even redder. "Liar."
Ethan reached out and grabbed Wilson's wrist, pulling her into his arms. "Wilson, please listen to my explanation."
Wilson shook her head. "I won't listen."
Listening to her choked voice, Ethan felt like his heart was about to explode from the pain.
"Wilson, please come back home with me, okay?" Ethan tightly embraced Wilson and refused to let go no matter how she struggled.
Richard also understood now. Wilson just couldn't let go of her emotional baggage, but if Ethan really had an accident, she still cared.
"Mr. Ethan, take care of my sister. Betty will come over soon, so I won't bother you anymore," Richard said and then closed the door.
Actually, Richard was willing to believe Ethan.
A person of Ethan's status didn't need to act with them, who were just lowly ants.
Moreover, Richard saw how Ethan didn't sleep a wink at the hospital because of Justin's condition.
Ethan, at least, was an honest person.
Outside the door, Wilson's eyes turned red as she struggled to break free from Ethan. She choked and spoke, "Brother, don't you want me anymore?"
Inside the door, Richard clenched his fist tightly.
How could he let go?
But he knew that Wilson wouldn't be happy if she left Ethan.
"Wilson, please, come back home with me. Don't leave me," Ethan's voice began to weaken. This time, he seemed to genuinely have low blood sugar.
He felt dizzy and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and sweating from his forehead. "Wilson."
"Let go of me!" Wilson cried, pushing Ethan away.
"I'm sorry," Ethan couldn't stand steady and slowly crouched down, leaning against the wall.
Wilson nervously looked at Ethan, crying even harder. "Stop lying to me."
She wouldn't sympathize with him.
Seeing Ethan not getting up, Wilson crouched down as well. "Stop lying."
Ethan looked at Wilson, reached out and pressed her head, then forcefully kissed her.
Wilson cried even louder.
He was just a liar.
He was a repeat offender.
"Wilson. I haven't lied to you, never. Besides this, I was scared of you finding out, and I admit I'm scared, scared that you won't want me after knowing, I'm really scared."
Seeing Ethan in a strange state, Wilson nervously knocked on the door. "Brother, can you get some food?"
Richard thought Wilson deliberately wanted him to open the door, he still had red eyes and refused to open it.
Wilson became anxious. "Brother, he really has low blood sugar."
Richard kept reminding himself that he couldn't open the door, he shouldn't open the door, and he had to let Wilson and Ethan resolve the misunderstanding.
"Ethan really can't stay crouched like this anymore."
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