Chapter 4

I didn't die.

The commotion Ethan caused attracted the medical staff.

They worked together to pull me back up.

Ethan glanced at me, closed the window, and fell unusually silent.

His hands wouldn't stop shaking, with dark red marks covering his palms and fingertips.

"Chloe, I don't hate you as much as you think I do."

He lowered his head, his bangs hiding his eyes.

I thought I heard a hint of guilt in his voice.

Just as I was about to dig deeper, Ethan crossed his arms and lifted his head, reverting to his carefree demeanor.

He said nonchalantly,

"Is this another one of your tricks? Let me tell you, my brother won't fall for this 'push and pull' game. If you keep this up, you'll only make him sick of you..."

Ethan was lost in his own world, chattering away while the medical staff checked the equipment by the bed.

Taking advantage of this moment, I once again stepped towards the window and swiftly opened it.

Before I could step out, Ethan pulled me back.

After two consecutive suicide attempts, Ethan finally realized I wasn't just seeking attention but truly wanted to die.

He pulled me away from the window and, after making sure I was within his control, began to patiently counsel me, his attitude becoming gentler.

"Don't do anything stupid, okay? There are plenty of other men in the world besides my brother. Why are you so hung up on him?"

He coughed lightly, his cheeks turning red.

"I admit, my brother isn't a good husband, but you can get a divorce, you know? It's not worth dying for him. Maybe someone out there is secretly in love with you, and you just haven't noticed."