Chapter 275

Susan Thompson was about to speak when the hospital door suddenly swung open.

Andrew Lucas leaned against the doorframe, his dark eyes fixed on their intertwined hands.

Ethan Sullivan immediately shielded Susan behind him. "Andrew, you're not welcome here."

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Ethan, you'd abandon your own sister for a woman?"

"What are you talking about?" Ethan frowned.

Susan gripped the bedsheet tightly. This wasn't the right moment for the truth—Andrew's arrival had ruined her plans.

"Exactly what I said." Andrew stepped closer. "Nicole Capra is in the ICU because of her."

Ethan shot to his feet. "Andrew! Are you blind? Look at Susan's wrist!"

The blood seeping through the bandage made Andrew's breath catch. His fists clenched involuntarily, but he forced himself to look away.

"She deserved it."

The words cut through Susan like a knife. She met Andrew's gaze head-on. "Mr. Lucas, please leave."

Andrew's expression darkened. He stared at her for a long moment before suddenly grabbing Ethan's collar. "Do you even know who she really is?"

"Let go!"

As they struggled, Susan saw Ethan slam against the wall. Ignoring the IV in her arm, she rushed to steady him.

"Are you okay?"

Ethan grinned through the pain. "Just a scratch."

The sight of their intimacy crushed Andrew's chest like a boulder. He turned to leave, but Susan's icy voice stopped him.

"Mr. Lucas, do you enjoy watching people in love?"

The taunt ignited his fury. He whirled around—only to freeze at the sight of Susan's pale face.

In the end, he stormed out, the door crashing shut behind him.

Silence finally returned to the room. Susan took a deep breath and gently squeezed Ethan's hand.

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Yeah?"

"We... we're siblings."

Ethan's smile vanished. He stared at her, eyes wide, before they welled with tears.

"R-really?"

Susan nodded, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

Outside, Andrew slumped against the wall, the cigarette between his fingers long burnt out. The muffled sobs from inside the room made him slam his fist into the concrete.

Blood dripped from his knuckles, but the pain in his chest was far worse.