Meeting You Was Fate

The ward was dead silent. One could only hear the buzzing of the air conditioner. Monica stared at Fiona aggressively, giving her goose bumps all over her body.

She didn't like how smothering the atmosphere was, but she couldn't do anything about it. No matter how much she hated Monica, she couldn't lose her temper because she was ill. She had to at least wait until Ethon came back.

"Ahem!" Monica coughed to stifle the atmosphere, but the hostility in her remained constant.

Fiona kept quiet. She wondered if she was being a coward. She did not want to speak for fear of starting a fight with Monica.

'If I don't speak, I won't make any mistakes, ' thought Fiona.

But Monica cast a scornful look at her and spoke in a rather arrogant tone. "Get me some water!"

Fiona looked back at her indifferently, thinking, 'I have never seen such an arrogant woman! Why does she think she can give me orders?'

But no matter how frustrated she was, she managed to hold back her anger. She took a deep breath and walked toward Monica.

She was in the VIP ward. There was a tea set on the nightstand. As calm as still water, Fiona poured a glass of water for Monica. With a forced smile on her face, she held the cup in both her hands and handed it to her.

go, Aunt Monica." Her tone was neither rude nor too affectionate, making it hard for Monica to figure out her

face. She

Ethon? Do you even love him? If you really do, you should

Fiona was dazed.

were still in high school, Ethon and she were utterly different people. But love was capable of overcoming differences. Two completely contrasting

down? I know him very well. You think he loves you, but it's only

her briefly, then pursed her lips. She didn't say anything to counter her, but that wasn't because she was timid. It

for him, but he had picked his own path and started working with Fiona. No wonder Monica hated her. She could take all her insults

brows and asked her in a stern voice, "Well? Can you

speaking calmly, "Aunt Monica, I know you don't like me, but

a chuckle, obviously mocking her. "I have met a lot of girls like you. You are exactly like that

beloved woman in his life. She was also Colin's mother. This matter was deeply rooted in her heart. Even though Ivy had died many years ago, it was impossible for Monica to

most, she would have

try to reason with her. However, that only intensified Monica's fury. She clutched her cup so tightly her fingertips turned pale. Suddenly, she tilted

do next. Monica grew hysterical, let out a violent shriek and threw the cup on the floor. "How could you be so cruel? What have I done to you?