The car sped along the road. Jane Sullivan gripped the seat belt tightly, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. Ethan, at the wheel, had a dark look on his face, his hands on the steering wheel bulging with veins, driving the car at its maximum speed. After hearing Jane Sullivan's complaints, a fire seemed to be burning inside him, urgently seeking a way to vent.
Jane Sullivan, seeing Ethan in such a state, became frightened, regretting that she hadn't maintained her façade of compliance. "Uncle, I'm getting car sick," she lied, trying to defuse the situation. Ethan barely glanced at her, his eyes cold and harsh.
When the car pulled over on a side road, Jane Sullivan thought she was being forced out. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she reached for the door, but Ethan's grip on her wrist was firm and unyielding. "You think you can annoy me and then just leave?" he said sternly.
"I…" Jane Sullivan began, confused, looking at Ethan. As she felt the seat recline, her body moved into a lying position. Ethan was about to... but it was too late. He pinned her down, forcing her to move back.
"Uncle, I was wrong. I won't talk back to you again, I'm sorry, Uncle..." she pleaded.
"Now you realize your mistake, isn't it a bit late?" Ethan's eyes brimmed with anger, giving her no chance to resist, pressing her firmly against the car window. Thinking of the way she looked at Adrian filled him with an inexplicable discomfort.
Thinking this, his hand began to lift her skirt.
"No, Uncle! Not here!" Jane Sullivan struggled, tears streaming down her face.
"Uncle, I swear, I won't be willful again. I won't do things to displease you, and I won't say things that make you unhappy…"
Jane Sullivan was terrified, tears filling her eyes. But she knew the real reason Ethan had been increasingly harsh with her after their marriage was because she hadn't refused the marriage proposal put forth by her grandfather. Additionally, the Grayson family rules forbid a man from abandoning his wife unless she was unfaithful. So, Jane Sullivan bravely thought of a plan: "Uncle, how about I go to grandfather and say I want a divorce?"
Ethan snorted in disdain. "Do you think that stubborn old man would agree?"
"I can make grandfather agree. And it won't affect your position as President of Grayson," she assured.
"How will you make him agree?"
"I'll say my private life is a mess, that I have affairs!" she blurted out.
Upon hearing this, Ethan looked at her with extreme contempt. "So, you're implying you want to cheat on me! Jane Sullivan, if you want a divorce, drop these little tricks!"
"When the time comes, I will let you go."
Jane Sullivan quickly shook her head, "No, no, Uncle, rest assured, even if I don't use this method, I will find a way to convince grandfather to agree to our divorce. You can trust me! I will make it happen!"
Looking at the girl's determined expression, Ethan felt increasingly irritated.
Ethan got out of the car, smoked a cigarette to calm down, and then returned. He was afraid he might lose control and "deal with" her.
Ethan dropped Jane Sullivan off at the villa and drove away. Watching the disappearing car, Jane Sullivan turned back, unlocking the front door with her fingerprint. Entering, she was greeted by her dog, Sour Pickle, who playfully scratched at her legs. "Sour Pickle," she said, picking up the dog, "I might not be able to be with you anymore. You finally got rid of your fake mistress. Tomorrow I'll go to the supermarket and buy you some canned food as a farewell gift."
Outside the door, Adrian heard her words. His sorrowful expression became much happier. He knew Jane Sullivan had not given herself to Ethan. She was his, always...
The next day, Jane Sullivan woke up early and saw several missed calls from her friend, probably inquiring about last night's incident with Sophia. Not rushing to call back, Jane went to the Grayson estate. There, she saw Sophia, her forehead bandaged, using a cane to walk down from a car, ostentatiously showing off her injury.
"Oh? Not fleeing from guilt, then? Are you here to apologize today?" Sophia said sarcastically.
Jane Sullivan ignored Sophia's taunts and walked towards the house.
"Jane Sullivan! Is this how you apologize?" Sophia shouted.
Jane Sullivan stopped, turned, and looked at Sophia. "Niece, did I say I came here to apologize?"
"Don't call me 'niece'!" Sophia yelled, walking up to Jane, ignoring her driver. "Didn't you see the morning paper? My uncle was out last
night, surrounded by women far more beautiful than you. A child like you doesn't deserve him. If it weren't for your Sullivan family clinging desperately to my grandfather, you would never have become Mrs. Grayson!"
"Yes, I don't deserve him. So you better find someone worthy for your uncle," Jane replied calmly and continued walking, leaving Sophia behind.
Inside the main house, in the study, the grandfather looked intently at Jane, who appeared calm. "Girl, has Ethan been mistreating you?" he inquired with concern.