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Gracie’s face twisted with anguish. Ignoring the IV in her arm, she jolted forward to clutch Ethan's sleeve, tears
streaming as she begged, “Please don’t go. | can’t stand being without you, not even for a second.”
Ethan's eyes caught the needle threatening to slip from her vein, and he walked toward her, frowning. “You need
to lie still. You're in the middle of a transfusion.”
Gracie knew it, too. The pain hardly mattered; if anything, she welcomed it, hoping the sight of blood would
make Ethan feel sympathy for her and keep him close.
Long gone were her hopes of winning Ethan's love. Now, she just wanted to wedge herself between Ethan and
Brenna. Even the smallest hint of trouble between them would feel like a victory to her.
Clinging desperately to Ethan's hand, Gracie refused to let go, even as blood seeped onto the sheets.
Neville rushed in, switched off the IV drip, and hurried to call a nurse.
The nurse entered to find Gracie in tears, hysterical and deeply distressed. She glared at Ethan. “Sir, your
girlfriend has depression. She can’t handle stress right now. You need to be more patient and keep her calm.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA wave of frustration rolled over Ethan. Spotting the nurse's attire, he realized she was the head nurse. “She’s
not my girlfriend; she’s just my employee.”
The head nurse brushed off his words. “Regardless, you should still care about her well-being.”
Ethan's temper nearly snapped. “So just because she’s unwell, I'm supposed to give in to every demand? What if
she wants to marry me, should | leave my actual girlfriend to do it?”
The nurse cast a quick look at Gracie, sensing , but she said nothing as she quickly reinserted the IV.
Once the needle was secure, she warned Ethan in a no-nonsense tone, “Don’t let her get upset again.”
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Speechless, Ethan sat down, left with no option but to stay by Gracie’s side.
Neville slipped out in search of a professional caregiver.
A quiet sense of satisfaction crept over Gracie. Rosie's advice had worked, confirming just how well she knew
Ethan.
She watched Ethan's frustrated expression and felt oddly triumphant. Her sobs grew louder as she said, “Ethan,
you really didn’t have to save me. | just feel so empty; there's no meaning left in my life.”
A crushing sense of humiliation pressed down on Gracie. Her words were carefully chosen, her breakdown an act,
all designed to keep him tethered to her. “When | remember how Brenna ripped my clothes off, and how people
stood outside that changing room, seeinglike that... | just want to disappear. They were taking photos and
filming me; if even one of those pictures ends up online, I'll be ruined. The whole company has already seen one
of the photos. How am | supposed to show my face at work again? | just... | don’t want to live anymore.”
Ethan could see how shaken Gracie was and didn’t hesitate to make a promise. “I'll handle this for you. I'll track
down everyone who was there, and I'll make sure every photo and video gets deleted.”
A wave of gratitude washed over Gracie. She felt better knowing Ethan was willing to fix things for her. Still, she
kept sobbing. “But the truth is, Brenna spread that photo in the company! She hates me! She's your girlfriend,
and she wants to seedestroyed. She will not stop until | am dead. She would definitely not cooperate. If you
asked her to delete the photos, she would only post the rest. What should | do then?” she cried out, her voice
trembling with accusation.
Gracies constant crying grated on Ethan's nerves. “I told you, Brenna was not the one who spread that photo,”
he said firmly. “She would never do something like that.”
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