Chapter 277 Why did you come, Ethan?
In a hotel room.
Wilson crouched in the bathroom, letting the water from the shower wash over her.
She held onto her back tightly, leaving red marks on her smooth skin with her nails.
In fact, when she found out that Ethan was the person from six years ago, she felt relieved. At least she didn't have to carry this guilt anymore or think it was unfair to Ethan because she had been involved with someone else.
But the knot in her heart over the past six years had tortured her constantly.
She wanted to erase these memories, and she even tried MECT (electroconvulsive therapy, which can cause partial memory loss), but it didn't work.
She became more and more numb, the things she should forget became clearer, while the things she shouldn't forget slowly became blurry.
"Wilson, you're amazing. A poor girl who took over a wealthy girl's life for twenty-one years, living a comfortable life."
"It must feel awful being in prison, right?"
"Come here, let me take a good look at you in the mirror. You're really filthy."
"Everyone, come and help clean her up."
"No. No, please, I beg you."
Wilson struggled desperately, pulling on her own hair.
Don't think about it, don't think about it.
But why are those memories still in her mind?
Wilson was terrified, crying, and wanting to escape the bathroom.
It had been a long time since she had thought about everything that happened in prison. Why did she suddenly remember today?
She ran out of the bathroom in fear, slipped, and fell to the ground, instantly swelling her knee and causing her tears to well up.
"Why do I have to remember?
"Get out, get out of my mind, get out." Wilson cried out in a scream, crying and struggling to back away, curling up in the corner.
In the five years in prison, Daniel took good 'care' of her.
What Wilson experienced was torture that normal people couldn't imagine.
In prison, all the evil in human nature seemed to be magnified infinitely. They had been suppressed for too long, restricted in their freedom, and could only vent their resentment on Wilson.
They bullied her, humiliated her, and tortured her.
Wilson attempted suicide countless times in prison, only to be saved each time.
It was like a cycle that kept repeating.
"No, no, please.
"Save me, Ethan. Save me."
Wilson hid in the corner, crying and struggling, her foot injured by her own kicks, the pain making her sober.
Ethan.
Even when she was scared, she still called Ethan's name.
She had already regarded Ethan as her redemption long ago.
She had already fallen.
Tears surged and Wilson hugged herself in a daze.
Knowing that falling in love with Ethan was very dangerous, but she was irretrievably drawn to him.
She couldn't, couldn't lose Ethan.
She would die.
"Ethan." Wilson panicked and got up, crying as she tried to call Ethan.
She was indeed afraid.
But when she picked up her phone, Wilson hesitated.
What should she do?
"Wilson."
Ethan didn't leave. He sat in the car for a long time, worried, and went upstairs, but he didn't dare to knock on the door.
He stood outside the door for a long time, and Ethan heard movement inside, as well as Wilson's cries.
"Wilson?" Ethan became anxious and tried to knock on the door.
"Wilson." Ethan hurriedly wanted to open the door, wanting to call the hotel manager to have them open the door.
Before he could dial the phone, Wilson opened the door.
Wilson's hair was wet and dripping, her pajamas completely soaked, and was standing barefoot on the floor, with scraped knees and feet.
With red eyes, she looked at Ethan.
For a moment, Ethan felt like she was suffocating.
Taking a step into the room, Ethan closed the door and tightly embraced Wilson. "I'm here."
Wilson held onto Ethan's clothes tightly and took a long breath before speaking. "Why did you only come now? Why didn't you find me sooner?"
Ethan understood why Wilson asked this question, it was the only reason why he only found her six years later.
Why did he make her suffer for these six years?
Ethan's eyes were bloodshot, his tears uncontrollable.
He held Wilson tightly, almost trying to merge her into his body. "I'm sorry. It's my fault, I was wrong."
It was all his fault.
Why was he late?
Why did he only appear by her side after six years?
Wilson could finally cry out loud as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances of the past six years.
Ethan just held her and let her cry.
Perhaps crying would make things better.
She had suppressed herself too much over the years.
Wilson cried for a long time until her voice became hoarse and she cried herself tired, only then did she let go of her hold on Ethan's clothes.
"Wilson, I will always be by your side, I won't leave." Ethan choked up. "Even if you chase me away, I won't leave."
Wilson shook her head, shaking it forcefully. "You're a liar, you're a liar."
"I'm not." Ethan took a deep breath, holding Wilson's hand tighter. "I'm not."
"Why did you leave that night?" Wilson bit down on Ethan's shoulder, biting hard.
Ethan closed his eyes, enduring the pain as Wilson bit him. He didn't resist, nor did he let go.
"I'm sorry."
He hated himself, hated that night when he arrogantly thought someone was scheming against him, and left without even looking at Wilson.
"Don't apologize." Wilson hated hearing him apologize.
"Wilson, tell me how I can make it up to you, anything, okay?" Ethan carried Wilson back to bed, took a towel, and helped her dry her hair, asking carefully.
Wilson didn't speak, allowing Ethan to help her dry her hair.
Ethan crouched in front of Wilson, bringing over a first aid kit and carefully treating the wounds on her knees and feet.
"Does it hurt?" Ethan asked with concern.
Wilson shook her head numbly. "When I cut the veins, I didn't feel any pain either."
Wilson put her scars, the countless times they had healed and been cut open again, unreservedly in front of Ethan.
Ethan bowed his head and tightly grasped the blanket beside Wilson.
His body was trembling.
It was unclear whether it was anger, endurance, or self-hatred.
"Wilson." After a moment, Ethan's voice sounded hoarse as he held Wilson's hand and kissed her scar. "I will protect you."
"Let me think about it." Wilson averted her gaze.
Even though she knew she couldn't live without Ethan, she still had to prepare for the worst.
She needed to think, to be calm, and to sort out her life.
She needed to seriously consider which path to take in the future.
"Okay. I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes," Ethan looked up at Wilson, his eyes filled with determination.
Wilson couldn't bring herself to look at Ethan. His eyes were too deep, and she would get lost if she stared at them for too long.
"Rest well," Ethan stood up and turned to get the hairdryer to help her blow dry her hair.
Thinking that Ethan was leaving, Wilson panicked and got out of bed to hug Ethan from behind, tears streaming down her face. "Don't go. I'm scared."
Ethan stiffened, his heart aching to the point of suffocation.
"I'm not leaving. Even if you chase me away, I won't go," Ethan turned around and held Wilson in his arms, letting her step on his feet as he led her to the bathroom to blow dry her hair.
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