After Sophia left, Ethan sat alone in the living room.
It was getting dark, and Ethan had no intention of turning on the lights.
The blood on his hand had stopped flowing. It formed a crusty scab, which he ignored.
Back when he was starting his business, he spent every day on construction sites, enduring injuries far worse than this. He had grown accustomed to it.
What unnerved him today was the utterly indifferent look in Sophia's eyes, sparking a fleeting sense of tearing at his core.
She really had no feelings for him at all, not even caring about their child!
Ethan clenched his fists, and his wound split open again.
"Ethan?"
The living room light came on, and Eric appeared at the door. Ethan finally gathered some of his thoughts. He hid his hand behind his back
