Ethan didn't look at his aunt's pained expression. He only left a sentence, "Wait here," before turning and heading upstairs.
Lena knew her nephew's temperament very well. He always kept his word and wouldn't show any mercy just because she was his elder.
His cruelty was closely related to his past experiences. As a child who had lost his parents, he had to work much harder than others.
The Blackwood family had always been neglectful of him, except for her as his aunt. No one had ever truly cared for him.
But now, Lena was in extreme pain. Her nephew, whom she had loved for decades and who was her own flesh and blood, was going to punish her for the sake of a servant girl?
She stood in the living room, immersed in her painful emotions, unable to extricate herself.
She could have chosen to leave before Ethan was born, but she didn't. Even if she left now, what about next time?
Since he had really decided to take action, no matter where she went, she couldn't escape this calamity.
...
Second floor bedroom.
Avery was lying on the bed, feeling a little depressed because she couldn't find any information online about what had happened at the old Wells family mansion last night.
She was thinking about what Ethan had said to her father yesterday. If nothing unexpected happened, Harrison would receive a lawyer's letter from Ethan before nightfall today.
Although she didn't care about how
Harrison and his wife were doing, her heart was still tangled up when it came to the Wells family.
She didn't want to get involved with Harrison, but she also couldn't bear to see her grandparents' hard work go to waste. Avery was in a dilemma.
Perhaps she should tentatively ask Ethan to spare the Wells family. But what was her identity? Would he listen to her?
As she was thinking, the bedroom door suddenly creaked open from the outside.
A man strode in, his face expressionless. "Get up, come downstairs with me."
"What are we going downstairs for?" Avery was a little confused.
This ice-cold man knew she was injured, why would he ask her to get up and go downstairs? What urgent matter required her, a patient, to leave her bed?
Ethan didn't answer her question. Regardless of whether she was willing or not, he bent down and carried her downstairs, just as he had carried her up. She knew that what Ethan needed was a obedient wife who wouldn't ask questions. Seeing that he didn't answer, she didn't continue to ask.
In the living room, when Ethan carried Avery down, Lena was still standing in place, not moving.
She watched as his beloved nephew carried Avery down, feeling a pang in his heart. He thought about how his nephew would have to punish himself for this girl, and his heart ached even more. His eyes turned red.
"Ethan, I'll ask you one last time. Are you really going to punish me for this filthy woman?"
"I've said it many times. It's not me who wants to lay a hand on you. Everything is the result of your own actions, and you should bear the consequences." Ethan said calmly.
"You know my temper. Today, there's no aunt here. There's only right and wrong."
At the same time, he put Avery down on the sofa.
Still in the same position, lying face down.
Hearing this, Lena choked up with unprecedented disappointment and said, "Don't regret it!"
"I won't regret it," Ethan said, his gaze falling on Avery.
"Last night, my aunt beat you twenty times behind my back. Later, you have to go and beat her back."
What?
Upon hearing this, Avery finally understood.
She looked at Ethan in shock, apparently unable to believe her ears. "She's your aunt, how can you..."
Although his aunt had beaten her so badly last night, she still felt very aggrieved.
But after all, no matter how wrong the other party was, she was still an elder.
She remembered Butler Qin saying that this was Ethan's most respected aunt.
If she fought back against this aunt for her own sake today, not only would it be unfilial, but how would they get along in the future? This aunt would definitely hate her even more.
Thinking of this, Avery stepped back and shook her head at the dark-faced man in front of her. "No, Mr. Blackwood, she is an elder and your aunt. I am a junior and cannot be rude to my elders."
She couldn't do it. Even if that aunt beat her to death, shr cannot come to seek revenge.
That was an elder, Ethan's aunt, how could she?
Hearing Avery's words, Lena's pale face eased slightly, and at the same time, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"Ethan, do you see? Is this the wife you chose? Hmph, how can a girl like her be worthy of you? I don't regret beating her yesterday!"
Such a timid girl, she has no courage at all, much worse than Audrey. How can she deserve you? Besides, two years ago, as your aunt, I never approved of Audrey.
Your taste is getting worse and worse.
"Now, you better not speak." Ethan coldly glanced at his aunt, then walked towards Avery.
As she stubbornly refused, visible changes rapidly occurred on Ethan's exquisite face.
"She gave you twenty lashes, almost killing you. Now you tell me she's your elder, and you can't do anything about it?" The man's face was so dark and terrifying that he suddenly reached out to the girl who had been lying on the sofa.
Ignoring her wound, he directly pulled her down from the sofa. "My woman, even if she does something wrong, can only be bullied by me. Yesterday, you were beaten so badly, although it was on your body, it was hitting my face!"
"Now you go over there and use your hands to hit back hard for me!"
The man's cold and fierce voice sounded like a devil in the living room. Looking at his bloodshot eyes, Avery was visibly frightened. The pain from her wound was far overshadowed by the man's ferocious tone.
"No, I can't, I can't..." She wanted to leave, but her hand was firmly grasped by Ethan.
Ethan forcefully pulled her to Lena, forcibly opened her palm, and swung it towards Lena's face. "Have you forgotten what I said? I told you to hit, so you hit!"
"I, I haven't forgotten."
Avery's voice choked. Looking at the man's terrifying eyes, her face was dark and her whole body seemed to be emitting a thick black smoke.
She hadn't forgotten that he needed an obedient and docile wife. Whatever he asked her to do, she should do it without resistance, absolutely no resistance.
But, but, she couldn't bring herself to hit an elder. "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackwood, I can't do it, I'm sorry." The hand that was grabbed and swung towards Lena's face was forcefully pulled back by Avery.
Avery kept her head down, afraid to look at Ethan's face.
"Avert, I'll ask you one last time, will you hit her or not?" Ethan didn't force her hand again. He lowered his eyes and stared at her head. His voice was as cold as ice that had been frozen for a thousand years.
"Since you don't listen to me, then get out of here. I don't need a wife who doesn't listen to me. You, leave now."