After I begged him again and again, Ethan reluctantly came.
When he arrived, Lily was with him.
By then, Mrs. Walker had already completed her CT scan.
Ethan didn’t even step into the room. He just glanced at the scan and snapped, “You called me for this? Such a small issue?”
He told me to leave everything to him and walked away with Lily.
I still trusted his medical skills.
After all, Mrs. Walker’s stroke was not severe, and we had brought her in quickly.
She should have been fine with proper thrombolysis.
But instead, I got the news that she had died from a sudden brain bleed.
And Ethan still thought the patient was my mother.
Clearly, he hadn’t been the one treating her—he hadn’t even looked at the chart.
Her chart clearly had Mrs. Walker’s name on it!
Her body had been at the hospital for a full day.
They should have notified her family by now.
So why did he still act like he didn’t know?
As I wrestled with these questions, I heard the sound of the door unlocking.
I looked up and saw Ethan walk in with Lily, who was dressed to the nines.
They didn’t even bother to close the door before they started kissing passionately.
“Ethan, you secretly handled her mother’s body. What if she finds out?” Lily asked with fake concern.
“So what if she does? That woman chased me like a dog for three years.
If it weren’t for her family’s money and what they could do for me, do you think I would’ve married her?”
Ethan smirked, holding Lily by the waist.
“Besides, I took a huge risk for you today. How do you plan to thank me?”
In that moment, everything became clear to me.
Ethan had been afraid that I would request an autopsy and sue his precious intern.
So he had used his influence at the hospital to cremate his own mother’s body without my consent.
As a doctor, did he not understand that this wasn’t just unethical—it was criminal?
Lily giggled, “How do you want me to thank you? I’m already all yours—whatever you want, you can have.”
Ethan grinned, scooped her up in a bridal carry, and started toward the bedroom—
Only to stop dead when he saw me standing in the doorway, phone in hand, staring at them with narrowed eyes.
“Sophia, what are you doing here?” Ethan blurted, his face draining of color.
“This is my house. Why wouldn’t I be here?”
I gave them a cold smile.
“Don’t mind me. Go on.”
“Sophia, your mother just passed away, and you’re not at the vigil? What kind of daughter are you?”
Ethan set Lily down, his face dark and accusing.
Seeing him try to play the victim made me so furious I could barely breathe.
I wanted to rip him apart and see what kind of heart he had left in his chest.
He had the audacity to bring his intern into our home and do this—and then to question me?
“Sophia, good, you’re here.”
Ethan suddenly said coldly.
“The hospital couldn’t reach your family, so your mother’s body couldn’t be processed.
I signed the death certificate on your behalf.”
