Chapter 5

Because Ethan had scheduled our meeting for 10 a.m. last night, I was so nervous that I had my mom wheel me downstairs to wait at 9:30.

But I waited until noon at 12 o'clock, and Ethan still hadn't come.

Even the calls I made to him, he hung up.

Mom called me several times to go back home, but I refused.

After all, this outing had cost me too much energy. After this time, I might never be able to go out again.

Fortunately, at 1 p.m., I received a call from Ethan saying they were coming downstairs.

My mom was very unhappy. I did a lot of emotional work on her before she didn't show any reaction.

As soon as I got in the car, Sophia smiled sweetly at me.

"Sorry, Jenny. Last night, Ethan kept me up too late, so I couldn't get up this morning."

My palms tightened slightly.

And Ethan, who had put away my wheelchair and gotten into the driver's seat, glanced at me through the rearview mirror, then said coldly to Sophia: "Why are you explaining so much to her?"

My heart felt a bit sour, but I still calmly waved at my mom outside the car window.

Ethan drove very fast, even shaking me so much that I wanted to vomit.

But I still silently endured it.

This also reminded me of seven years ago. Back then, after Ethan got his driver's license, he would always drive his dad's car to take me out. Because he knew I got carsick, he always drove smoothly and steadily.

Before, I would always get carsick on taxis and buses, but I never once got carsick in Ethan's car.

So when Ethan hit the brakes hard again and I couldn't support my body, slamming heavily into the back seat, with my stomach churning and about to vomit, I finally couldn't help whimpering.

Hearing my sound, Ethan sneered again.

"Jenny, you don't think I'll still accommodate you like seven years ago, do you? Trying not to change speed or brake?"

I silently wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes, then said calmly:

"No. You should accommodate Sophia now. She's your girlfriend."

Ethan sneered and laughed again. "You're right."

After that, he pressed the accelerator hard again.

And my body slammed heavily into the back seat again. My back hurt terribly.

But a smile appeared at the corners of my mouth.

It's good that he hates me. At least while I'm alive, in Ethan's heart, I still have at least a tiny bit of space.