Ethan’s hand trembled as he slowly reached for my face, his voice shaking with panic.
“Hannah, stop it. Sabrina is pregnant.”
“You may not be able to have any more children, but this is still your child.”
Sabrina calmed down, smoothing her messy hair, looking at me with arrogance.
“If you want my son, you’d better behave from now on, or I’ll not only make Ethan hit you, I’ll get you thrown out of the Graham family instantly.”
With that, she strutted out of the ward, chin raised. A coy voice drifted from the hallway:
“Ouch, my stomach!”
Ethan immediately stiffened and rushed after her.
As she left, she shot me a nervous glance.
“Hannah, rest well. I’ve taken Sabrina to the doctor. I’ll be back soon.”
Watching her disappear, I covered my burning cheek and laughed coldly.
Back then, she was the campus beauty, with suitors lining the road to the south of the city, including Ethan.
At that time, I was disliked at home and constantly mocked and bullied by wealthy classmates at school.
It was Ethan, the class monitor, who angrily scolded the boy who humiliated me, publicly declaring to the class that I was his sister and that he would protect me from then on.