Chapter 566

Ethan Roscente had barely stepped into the living room when a gleaming kitchen knife came flying toward him.

He sidestepped swiftly, the blade grazing his coat before embedding itself in the doorframe behind him.

"Let's talk this through," Ethan said, frowning as he took a step back.

Isabella Langley grabbed another knife, her eyes bloodshot. "Talk? All men are beasts!"

Ethan glanced toward the dining area where Vivian Laurent sat quietly sipping her porridge, not even lifting an eyelid.

"Did Felix upset you?" he ventured.

"Don't shift the blame!" Isabella hissed through clenched teeth. "You're just as disgusting as Felix!"

Ethan noticed Vivian's knuckles turning white around her spoon.

Suddenly, he realized the problem might lie with him.

"If I've done something wrong, I apologize," he said gravely.

"The one who deserves your apology is Vivian!" Isabella pointed the knife tip at his nose.

Ethan turned to Vivian. "I'm sorry. I was wrong."

The clink of porcelain echoed through the dining room as a spoon hit the bowl's edge.

Isabella sneered. "About what?"

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed. He truly didn't know.

"Everything that's made you unhappy is my fault," he said, staring at the back of Vivian's head. "Where have you been these days? I've been worried."

"Shut up!" Isabella slammed her knife into the entryway cabinet. "Who gave you the right to call her 'Vivian'? Get out!"

Ethan didn't move.

He saw Vivian's shoulders trembling slightly.

"Is your stomach still hurting?" he raised his voice. "Do you need—"

"Get out!" Isabella grabbed his collar and dragged him toward the door.

As the front door slammed shut, Vivian's spoon finally dropped into her bowl.

Isabella locked the door and returned with red-rimmed eyes.

"Ignore that bastard," she said, adding another spoonful of hot porridge to Vivian's bowl. "The decision about the baby is yours."

Vivian stared at the oil swirls floating on her porridge.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"What for?" Isabella bit savagely into her steamed bun. "When you protected me and Lucas back then, I never said thank you."

A terrible silence fell over the dining room.

Vivian's nails left pale scratches on the tablecloth.

She remembered Ethan's burning palm against her skin that night, her own uncontrollable gasps.

Most of all, she remembered those two glaring red lines on the pregnancy test.

"I'm fine," she said, lifting her bowl as steam blurred her vision.