Ethan’s Vengeance of Love

Caroline’s eyes widened and blinked a few times before she speedily threw her room door open to rush downstairs. She wanted to figure out if the hair she had found in her mother’s pocket actually belonged to her father.

When she got downstairs, she saw Ethan, who was still sitting on the couch. Instead of greeting him, she sneakily edged over before she swung her hand over his head and quickly plucked a few strands of hair off of him.

“What are you trying to do?” Ethan noticed Caroline’s presence a while ago, and he had decided to just compromise and allow Caroline to have her fun for a while. He hadn’t expected her to start pulling his hair. “Is this how you treat your mother too? Do you pull her hair?” Ethan’s expression turned stern—his scalp was rather painful after all that tugging.

“I… I don’t…” Caroline was shocked, and she put her tiny hands behind her back to conceal the hairs that she had just pulled out.

“Why are you being so fierce? You’re scaring Caroline,” Rosy came downstairs to take something, and she happened to overhear Ethan. She felt annoyed, especially when she saw the stern look on the man’s face. “You shouldn’t fool around like that with Mommy, okay? You’ll hurt her if you do that.” Ethan then realized how stern he sounded and how he might have scared the young girl. Caroline was an obedient and mature child, so he was sure that she would obey him even if he spoke to her more patiently.

“Okay, I got it. I’ll take care of Mommy, and I won’t hurt her.” Caroline nodded a few times. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to do it. I just—”

child. There’s no need for such a formal apology over such a tiny matter, right? Meanwhile, Rosy’s expression changed as she watched the scene from where she stood at the bottom of the stairs. It seems

upstairs, she pulled out the transparent bag that she had found in Alice’s pocket and took out the strand of hair from inside it. Then, she compared that strand of hair with the ones she had plucked off Ethan’s head earlier. The hair that I just plucked out seems a little longer, but they’re

door opening. Is Mommy done with her shower? Caroline panicked for a moment before she hastily kept the hairs in the plastic bag. She was too flustered, so she ended up mixing all the strands

the plastic bag were hairs that were originally there or if they were hairs that she had plucked off

herself. Why am I being so nervous? Why did I panic? Mommy said that I shouldn’t touch other people’s things without permission, but I wasn’t doing it intentionally. I just wanted to help Mommy wash her clothes,

leave her. Let’s just forget about whatever happened—I’ll be good from now! “Are you done showering, Mommy?” After comforting herself and telling herself that

the norm. She walked over to the balcony to retrieve the clothes she had been wearing earlier. Based on

her pocket. She didn’t know about what happened just moments ago, and she simply placed the plastic bag into her

with that hair?” Caroline watched as Alice carefully kept the hair samples in her bag. The young child was rather puzzled. “I

up the strands of hair earlier? Will it affect whatever Mommy wants to do with it? Should I tell Mommy the truth? But… It’s just hair, isn’t it? What could she possibly use it for? Isn’t everyone’s

point. The words of truth were at the tip of Caroline’s tongue, but the young girl decided to keep her mouth shut in the end. After Alice was done washing her clothes, she began to tell Caroline a bedtime story. Alice only stopped when she saw that Caroline had