Lilian had run off with all his liquid assets. His company, already strained from bailing out the Hart family and having crossed Damien, had long since gone bankrupt and been liquidated.
Now, he didn't even have enough money for a motel room.
A harsh cough sounded from nearby.
Ethan turned to see an equally destitute old man rummaging through a trash can for plastic bottles.
The old man turned, and their eyes met.
“Dad?”
“Ethan?”
It was Alistair Hart.
The once imposing patriarch of the Hart family had fallen to this state after Grace’s lawsuit landed him in jail awaiting trial. He was later released for medical treatment but was kicked out when he couldn’t afford it.
That venomous woman, Sabrina, not only got herself thrown in jail but had also enacted a contingency plan to transfer every last bit of the family’s assets to her illegitimate son abroad.
The two men who had hurt Grace the most had now found their triumphant reunion under a reeking overpass.
“It’s all that jinx’s fault!”
Alistair viciously bit into half an apple someone had thrown away. “I should have strangled her at birth! Raising such an ungrateful wretch who sends her own family to prison... it’s a heinous betrayal!”
Hearing this, Ethan’s gaze grew distant.
He thought back to five years ago.
Grace had just married him and would cook all sorts of different meals for him every day. He had a sensitive stomach, and when he woke up in pain in the middle of the night, Grace would stay up making him soothing tea, sometimes all night long.
To save him, she hadn't hesitated to donate her bone marrow, leaving her so weak she couldn't even go downstairs. And what was he doing at the time?
He was celebrating Lilian's birthday, all while accusing Grace of being melodramatic and faking her illness for sympathy.
“Yeah… it's all her fault.”

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