Chapter 99

The doctor rushed over, his brow furrowing at the sight of Ethan Sullivan's injuries.

Susan Thompson clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms. She wanted to ask about his condition but feared interrupting the treatment, so she bit her lip hard.

The ambulance sped to the hospital, and Ethan was immediately wheeled into surgery.

As the red emergency light flickered on, Susan leaned against the cold hospital wall. The scene felt hauntingly familiar—just like when Daniel had been hospitalized.

Andrew Lucas stood a short distance away, his gaze dark and fixed on her.

"Susan!" He suddenly charged forward, gripping her shoulders. "You still want to marry him?"

She slowly lifted her eyes, her expression hollow. "Yes. I'm marrying Ethan Sullivan."

"Say that again."

"I said," she enunciated each word, "I'm marrying the second young master of the Sullivan family."

Andrew's fingers tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Susan, how dare you!"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" She let out a soft, bitter laugh. "Mr. Lucas, who do you think you are?"

"Don't forget your place!"

"A mistress?" She tilted her head. "Go ahead and sue me over that contract. I don’t care anymore."

His pupils constricted.

"The first time I ever wore a wedding dress in my life was for Ethan." Her voice was feather-light. "He is my husband."

"You mean nothing to me anymore."

Andrew slammed her against the wall, his breathing ragged.

Susan stared blankly at the ceiling, faintly recalling a vow from years past.

"Andrew, in my next life, I'd rather marry a beggar than be your bride again."

The sharp click of heels echoed down the hallway.

"Sister!" Nicole Capra rushed forward. "What did you do to Ethan?"

Susan smirked coldly.

"Andrew..." Nicole's tears fell like petals. "Why would she do this to me?"

Andrew patted her back soothingly.

Then Susan moved.

She yanked Nicole to the ground and kicked her hard. "This is for Daniel!"

Another kick. "This is for Bella!"

And another. "This is for Ethan!"

Nicole shrieked, curling into a ball.

Andrew lunged forward in fury but was blocked by arriving security.

Just then, the operating room doors swung open.

"The patient needs a blood transfusion. Who’s family?"

Susan stumbled forward. "I'm his fiancée!"

Andrew's face turned ashen.