Parting on good terms

Valentina’s P.O.V

“Since I have answered your question, you are going to give me back my diary, right?” I asked instead, Ethan got up from the chair brought the plate, and placed it on my lap.

I gazed down at the finely sliced apples and then looked back at him in appreciation. “Thank you.”

“I plan to return your diary to you, so don’t be worried.” He answered me, I nodded back at him as I picked one of the slices of the apples in the plate and stuffed it in my mouth.

“It’s delicious, thank you,” I said again with awe in my eyes.

“Even though your stepfather physically assaulted you to the point of hospitalization and injury, your mother never said anything?” He queried and I nodded. “Why?”

“My mother is sick, and also she hates me,” I answered but I can’t answer any more than that.

“Is that the reason why you wanted to die?” He insisted and I started coughing, swiftly, he handed me water from the glass cup that was seated on top of the bedside table and I gulped down the content hurr