Seducing My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

DENISE'S POVThe sting on my cheek refused to fade. It pulsed beneath my skin like a silent reminder of the humiliation I had just endured. That slap… that ridiculous, uncalled-for slap from that silly little girl, Ethan’s employee or whoever she thought she was. It wasn’t even the pain that infuriated me, it was the audacity.And what made my blood boil even more? Ethan, Ethan! just stood there and let it happen. Worse, he had the nerve to support her actions. He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t say a word in my defense. He just let me stand there like a fool, with my face burning and my pride scattered across the floor.I swear on everything I have, that girl won’t live to see the daylight of her life if it’s the last thing I do. She messed with the wrong person.“Why are you here?” Ethan’s voice cut through my thoughts sharply, dragging me back to the present. His tone was cold, clipped, and professional far from the warmth he used to offer me in the past. “I'm sure you didn't leave home

EMILY’S POV“Emily!!!” she screamed, her voice shrill and furious, drawing the attention of half the café. People turned their heads toward us, startled by the outburst. A few began whispering, others simply stared in awkward silence. I didn’t even flinch. Instead, I rolled my eyes and scoffed under my breath, more exhausted than surprised by her never-ending drama.I picked up my handbag and slowly rose to my feet. But I wasn’t done yet. There were still words that needed to be said, things that had to be cleared, if not for her sake, then for mine.“The bullying scandal you created,” I began, my voice calm but laced with firm resolve, “I’ve already resolved it. I’ve done what you should have done. I stood up and cleaned the mess you tried to drown me in. And I hope someday, you’ll find the courage to repent for the big sin you just committed.”She glared at me, her lips pressed tightly together in a mixture of rage and humiliation.I tilted my head, staring at her for a long second.

EMILY’S POVI sat beside Florida’s hospital bed, my eyes fixed on her small, fragile form lying so quietly, so still. Her breathing was even now, no longer shallow or weak. The oxygen mask rested gently over her nose and mouth, and her eyelids fluttered slightly as she slept peaceful at last.Relief slowly washed over me, but the fear still clung to the corners of my heart.I reached out and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. Her temperature had dropped, thanks to the doctors’ swift intervention. She looked like she was just taking a nap now, as if the horror from earlier never happened.Ethan stepped back into the private ward. He had just escorted the doctors outside after they finished their observations. His face was blank, unreadable, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the heaviness in the way he walked. He wasn’t okay either.“What did they say?” I asked gently, turning my gaze from Florida to him.He looked at our sleeping girl for a moment, then slowly met m

EMILY’S POV“Sweetie,” I whispered softly, trying not to sound too alarmed. “What are you trying to say?”I reached out and held her small hands gently in mine. Her palms were clammy, her fingers slightly trembling. Her eyes, already glossy, brimmed with unshed tears and just like that, the dam broke. She burst into tears right in front of me, her body shaking with each breathless sob.“I want to apologize to you for hurting you,” she whimpered through her tears, her tiny voice fragile and raw. “I’m sorry. I’m very sorry…”My heart clenched tightly at her apology, an apology she didn’t even need to make. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to my chest, gently rocking her like a fragile porcelain doll.“Sweetie, no,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not a single thing. You don’t need to apologize for anything. None of this is your fault.”She pulled back slightly from the hug, sniffling as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.“My mom…”

EMILY’S POVAfter the heated confrontation in the hospital office, I couldn’t stay there another minute. My heart still pounded from the altercation, and my thoughts were tangled in a whirlwind of anger and concern for Florida.I needed to regroup, think clearly, and prepare myself to be by her side not just as a visitor, but as her guardian.Denise had proven once again that she didn’t deserve that title. From this moment forward, I wasn’t leaving Florida’s side. Not for a second.I left the hospital without a word, ignoring the curious stares of the hospital staff and visitors. I flagged down a cab and directed the driver straight home, the ride feeling longer than it truly was as I replayed everything that had happened over the past few hours in my head.The moment I arrived home, I didn’t waste any time. I headed straight to my bedroom, my steps hurried and focused. I pulled open the closet and bent down to open the lower drawer.Inside was a black duffel bag that I hadn’t used in