Ethan Sterling drove alone to a rather luxurious mbers-only estate. He handed his car keys to the valet and was led by a waiter to a private room on the third floor.
This was The Finn Family’s luxury restaurant, famous for its all-vegetarian nu. Ethan had been here once or twice before; the creativity was comndable, and the taste was above average, but it sohow still felt lacking compared to Ruby Sullivan’s cooking.
In the private room, Leo Finn and Rhonda Sullivan had been waiting for quite so ti.
"Mr. Sterling." Leo stood up and greeted him.
Rhonda stared at him fixedly, her eyes sowhat cloudy, with a strange smile on her face as if she were calculating sothing in her mind.
Ethan glanced at her, sowhat surprised by her gaze.
"You’re not here just for small talk, are you?" Ethan sat down, looking coldly at Leo, not interested in wasting ti on pleasantries.
"In that case, I’ll be brief. Mr. Sterling, you probably haven’t forgotten why Rhonda was admitted to the psychiatric hospital. If I now file a lawsuit demanding a judicial investigation, it might greatly affect The Sterling Group’s reputation, and even Mrs. Sterling could get involved."
After Leo finished speaking, he stood up and poured Ethan a cup of tea, "What do you think?"
Ethan sneered, "So?"
Leo’s expression froze for a mont, "This woman is isolated and helpless now. If you agree to terminate the contract with The Sinclair Group, I can imdiately send her back to the psychiatric hospital and destroy all the evidence on the spot."
Ethan chuckled softly, "President Finn, you really know how to joke. What exactly are you going to sue in court? And what evidence are you talking about? I don’t understand any of it."
"Ethan Sterling!" Leo, after all, was young, and was provoked into a bit of a ltdown after a few sentences.
He had been suppressed from all sides recently, always on the verge of collapse, and had finally found a breakthrough with Rhonda Sullivan. What he wanted was not Ethan’s mockery!
"You don’t need to hold up hard. We all know the scale of The Sinclair Group, but what do you have, Ethan Sterling? You spent a fortune to hire The Lawson Group’s perfur, but the result was diocre. What can you use to take on this scandal? Mrs. Sterling and Rhonda Sullivan are sisters. If the public knows she threw her own sister into a psychiatric hospital, given the craziness of netizens these days, what do you think will happen?"
Ethan completely disregarded his threats. "I ca here to tell you that you’d better send Rhonda Sullivan back. Secondly, if you dare involve my wife, what you lose will be more than The Sinclair Family’s assets."
He said this and then coldly glared at Rhonda.
She seed to rember sothing, her smile instantly disappearing, holding herself as if very afraid, "I’m sorry, I won’t dare anymore."
Leo turned to look at her trembling awkwardly and slapped her, "Shut up!"
Ethan frowned, "Hitting a woman? What’s the point?" With that, he quickly left the room.
After leaving, he called Aidan Sinclair, "Go ahead, it’s annoying."
Aidan chuckled softly, "Wow, seems like that kid really pissed you off. What, you’re not afraid he’ll spill the beans?"
"Do what you think is best." Ethan, still fuming, ended the call. Why had Rhonda Sullivan ended up like that? He had, in anger, thrown her into the psychiatric hospital but never intended to really drive her insane.
He understood Ruby Sullivan. No matter how much she hated this woman, she wouldn’t accept sothing so cruel. He held back for the sake of her surna Sullivan.
After returning ho, he imdiately called Howard, "Did you check with the doctor?"
"What’s up?" Howard found the sudden question on the phone strange.
"I saw Rhonda Sullivan today. She seems truly mad."
Howard frowned, "Her attending doctor said she was normal before discharge. Could it be The Finn Family did sothing?"
"It shouldn’t be; there’s no benefit for The Finn Family." Ethan hung up, now questioning who wanted Rhonda Sullivan to go crazy. This woman must have provoked unprovokable people. Without the mind for it, just be an idiot quietly. Smart-alecks always end up shooting themselves in the foot.
He sighed, frowned, and got out of the car, suddenly recalling Ruby Sullivan’s instructions.
Vivian was already asleep. The dining room lights were on, and Cindy, as usual, sat on the kitchen counter with beer.
The scar on her face was covered with a band-aid, not able to fully hide it, with a dark outline visible around it.
Seeing Ethan walk in, she raised the beer bottle, coldly greeted him, "Yo." She could now make expressions without worry; her face was already ruined and wouldn’t recover no matter how much care.
Having been expressionless for so long, she had forgotten how to have normal expressions on her face. Sotis she thought it was better this way, living like a dead person; no one cared for her, and she didn’t want anyone to care either. Just right.
"Do you want to go to ridia for a few days? Christmas is coming, and it should be lively there." Ethan sat beside her and also grabbed a beer.
"Do you want to go monitor my sister-in-law?" Cindy looked at him sharply, her eyes filled with undisguised disdain.
Ethan didn’t care about her hedgehog-like response and smiled, "My daughter is watching her; there’s no need for you to? Just thought of sothing to make you feel better."
"I’m fine now. Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, wasting lots of ti. The movies I hadn’t caught up with before, I almost ran out recently. Do you have any good recomndations?"
"Then you should ask Ruby Sullivan."
Cindy’s expression suddenly changed, looking angrily at him, "Big brother, are you poisoned? You can’t go three sentences without ntioning Ruby Sullivan. I am your sister, can you focus on when talking with ?" She jumped off the counter, "You n are crazy!" Then stomped the beer bottle on the table in exasperation.
Cindy loudly slamd the door shut, even waking up Vivian who had been fast asleep.
She ca to, wrapped in a robe, and bumped into Ethan in the living room.
"What’s wrong with Cindy?"
"She’s in a bad mood. Her face has a problem and might not recover." Ethan’s expression was sowhat heavy, "You...spend more ti with her." It was said recently Vivian left after breakfast every day and would only be back after dinner. Not to ntion spending ti with Cindy, she rarely even checked in on her.
Vivian sighed and suddenly lost her sleepiness, sitting on the sofa, lighting a cigar, "If she doesn’t want to live well, there’s nothing others can say that will help."
Before, when the children were around, she would smoke one in the garden during the day. Now that the children were gone, she actually found it quite peaceful. She was such an unfeeling woman; otherwise, who knows how she would have survived back then.
Ethan frowned, looking at her indifferent appearance, sowhat dissatisfied, "She’s the daughter you’ve had with you since childhood. Does it not ache to see her like this?"
"What good is pain?" Vivian lightly puffed smoke rings, seemingly not wanting to chat.
Ethan turned around and went upstairs, saying nothing more, suddenly very worried about his sister.
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