"If you can't believe it, Ms. Carter, why not wait for Ethan to come out of the surgery room and ask him yourself?"
Sharon affectionately took my hand. She thought I was overly saddened and began to comfort the mistress. She was about to appease me when Ethan was wheeled out of the surgery room.
He was half-asleep, unaware of his actions, continually thrusting his hips, his member embarrassingly erect.
Sharon was flushed with embarrassment and frustration, cursing her son.
The model was also wheeled out. She was fine.
Ethan, however, was exhausted and fainted in bed after vomiting blood, which scared Angela badly as they were stuck together in their private parts.
Jessica went up and grabbed the model's hospital gown, her eyes red with anguish, and scolded.
"You wretch..."
I shouted, instructing the medical staff to separate Jessica and told her to wait in the room.
As for me, I called the nanny to bring soup, and Sharon, feeling guilty towards me, stayed by the bed, reprimanding Ethan's misconduct.
I listened carelessly, calculating how to ruin Ethan's reputation completely and strip him of his position as the heir to the Morgan Group.