Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 9: Uncle, Carry Me Over

Looking at the way Ethan’s eyes, filled with daggers, seemed to carve into her, Serena Yardley felt a sharp pain pierce her heart.

’So, he thinks I’m the one who pushed Sylvia down?’

’How ridiculous.’

The man who shared her bed didn’t even trust her.

Serena Yardley suppressed the pain in her heart. Thinking of the baby in her belly, she went downstairs to eat.

She didn’t leave the house all day.

She just stayed on her phone, looking up parenting tips online.

...

「At the hospital.」

When Sylvia Schuyler was moved from the emergency room to a ward,

Ethan Yardley found her attending physician to ask about her condition.

The doctor reported truthfully, "The patient is severely injured, especially her head. There’s a risk of vision loss. Her right leg is also fractured, so I’m afraid she’ll be in a wheelchair for some time."

Ethan Yardley left the office, his heart heavy with complex emotions, and walked toward Sylvia’s room.

He already owed Sylvia, and now that she had gotten hurt in his home, he could hardly absolve himself of the blame.

He stood stiffly at the door to Sylvia’s room. He didn’t want to go in, but he had to.

Inside the room, Sylvia was still unconscious on the bed. A nurse was administering an IV drip beside her.

Ethan walked in and stood at the foot of the bed. He looked at the woman on the bed, her head wrapped in thick gauze, an oxygen mask on her face, which was as white as a sheet.

It wasn’t that he felt no guilt.

’But what can I do?’

It seemed there was truly no other option now but to spend time with her during her treatment.

Unsure how long Sylvia would be unconscious, Ethan arranged for a caregiver to watch over her and returned home in the afternoon.

Serena Yardley was sitting on the living room sofa, staring blankly at the TV.

It wasn’t until she heard a sound at the front door that she snapped out of it and looked up.

Seeing that Ethan had returned, she remained seated, just staring at him numbly.

Ethan radiated an icy aura. He walked straight up to Serena, standing before her and looking down at her coldly.

"You’re so young, yet how can your methods be so vicious?"

Serena, "..."

Meeting Ethan’s gaze, seeing his expressionless face and eyes as cold as ice, she felt a suffocating tightness in her chest.

Her lips trembled as she asked, "Is that really what you think of me, Ethan?"

"I saw it with my own eyes," he said, each word like a shard of ice.

Serena let out a cold laugh and confronted him, aggrieved. "What did you see with your own eyes? Did you see me push her down the stairs?"

"You’re still trying to argue?"

"I didn’t push her. I was holding a broom because I wanted to make her leave, but I never touched her."

"Serena Yardley."

Ethan snapped, "Even if you didn’t touch her, she still fell down the stairs because of you. And you’re the one who caused the injuries on her face, aren’t you?"

"..."

Serena knew she was always at a disadvantage with this man.

Whatever he said, went.

She didn’t want to explain anymore, nor did she deny the fact that she had hit Sylvia.

"That’s right. I’m the one who hit her face."

"How could you be so defiant?"

In a fit of anger, Ethan said bluntly, "Since you’re so disobedient, I think this matter of divorce..."

He was about to say they needed to handle the divorce quickly.

But before he could finish, he saw Serena’s large eyes well up with tears.

The next second, tears trickled down her cheeks.

Each crystal-clear teardrop pierced his heart.

He furrowed his sharp brows, unable to bring himself to say any more harsh words.

Serena lowered her head, a bitter pain in her heart making it difficult to breathe.

"Do you want a divorce, Ethan?"

She asked, choking back a sob.

Ethan looked at her truly heart-wrenching appearance. Despite his displeasure, he ultimately couldn’t bear to let her leave alone.

He took a step forward and pulled her into his arms.

"Alright, no crying."

"I’m not crying. You can do whatever you want, Ethan. I’ll be obedient. I’ll do whatever you say."

She wanted to be strong, to not cry.

But her tears just wouldn’t cooperate.

The pain in her heart was too much; she really couldn’t hold it back.

Ethan could feel her small body trembling. He knew he should be scolding and lecturing her.

But at this moment, he couldn’t help but comfort her instead.

"Be good, Serena. Don’t cry. I haven’t even done anything to you yet."

"Sob... So what do you want to do with me? If you want a divorce, then let’s get one. The worst that can happen is I go back to where I came from."

She had her pride, too.

In any case, she had tried her best with this marriage, had fought for it.

If she really couldn’t save it, what else could she do?

"Who said you could leave? You’re not allowed to go anywhere without my permission."

Ethan bent over, pulled a tissue from the coffee table, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

He didn’t know why, but whenever this little woman cried, his heart ached along with her. It was a particularly unpleasant feeling.

Serena sniffled and stopped crying.

But she still felt incredibly wronged. She looked at Ethan and said, "I really didn’t push her."

Ethan sat down next to her and said in a low voice, "This isn’t about whether you pushed her anymore. She was injured here, so we’re both responsible."

Looking at the young woman beside him, he continued, "Her condition isn’t good. I’ll be going to the hospital to see her often for a while."

Serena lowered her head and said nothing.

Ethan raised his hand and stroked her head, his tone softening. "Serena, you need to be good. Don’t make things difficult for me, understand?"

"Haven’t I always been good? But I just can’t stand the presence of this Sylvia."

"But she’s injured now, here in our home. We have to take responsibility for her."

"Then can you promise me that after she recovers, you won’t have anything to do with her anymore?"

Ethan didn’t know when Sylvia would recover.

He could only temporarily agree with the person beside him. "Mm."

Seeing Ethan agree, Serena habitually started to climb onto him again.

And Ethan habitually held her.

In the distance, Mrs. Miller reminded them, "Sir, it’s time for Miss Serena to eat."

Only then did Ethan pat Serena’s back and say softly, "Get down now. Go eat something."

Serena wriggled her small body, still sulking. "I don’t want to. I can’t eat."

"Be good."

"Then you have to carry me there, Ethan."

Resigned, Ethan had no choice but to carry her to the dining room.

Even after they reached the dining room, Serena was still unwilling to get off him.

She always felt that Ethan had a kind of magic about him; as soon as she got close, she grew greedy and couldn’t bear to leave.

Ethan was completely helpless, so he let her sit on his lap, feeding her while he ate.

Serena’s eyes were red and swollen, and the pitiful way she puffed out her cheeks was both heart-wrenching and, for some reason, strangely cute.

So much so that Ethan could never get enough of her, often letting her have her way and doting on her.

"How old are you?"

Ethan asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry as he fed her.

Serena’s cheeks flushed red, and she puffed out her round cheeks without a word.

Ethan added, "Even a child isn’t as clingy as you are."

Serena lowered her head. The bitterness in her heart gradually faded, replaced by a hint of sweetness.