From Secret Wife to Queen of Her World by Anonymous

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ZN Laboratory, Canada.

Hazel asked the female assistant, “How long has he been like this?”

“Since I came back from Los Angeles.”

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The female assistant helplessly continued, “He doesn’t eat or drink, doesn’t open the curtains during the day, and doesn’t turn on the lights at night. He just stays alone in the house.”

Everyone else had come to check on him, but he just wouldn’t open the door. There was no other choice, so the female assistant had to call Hazel.

The two of them arrived outside the room.

On the small cabinet at the entrance, the food brought in the morning remained untouched and

intact.

Hazel knocked on the door and said, “Ethan, open the door.”

There was no sound coming from inside the house.

Everyone in the laboratory wore life–monitoring watches, and the backend data would show whether Ethan was still alive or not…

Otherwise, they would doubt if Ethan was alive or not.

“Ethan Robinson. I count to three. If you don’t open it now, you won’t be Leila’s uncle anymore.

“One… Two…”

The door in front opened, and Hazel and the female assistant both breathed a sigh of relief.

Ethan had a palm–sized face that was extremely pale while staring at Hazel with his lifeless eyes. He seemed to be trapped in agony, desperately struggling but powerless to break free from the shackles of helplessness.

The sunlight fell on his facial features, making his already somewhat mixed–race features appear even more profound. Behind him was a pitch–black room, from which wafted a mixture of smoke and alcohol.

Hazel looked at the man in front of her, who resembled her younger brother. She took a deep breath and exhaled, and her shoulders were tightened as she silently sighed in her heart.

She asked the female assistant to go back. She would handle things here.

The female assistant took away the uneatable food at the door and advised Hazel, “Ms. Robinson, don’t be too angry.

too angry. If you can give Ethan a beating, let’s not waste your words.” Ethan opened the door and then turned back into the room.

Hazel followed him inside and closed the door. Although the room was not pitch dark, it was indeed too dim.

Hazel did not hurry to pull back the curtains and forcefully dispel the darkness in the room. She placed the food she brought on the nearby dining table and casually opened the double–door refrigerator next to it, which was empty just like new.

In the cold light of the refrigerator, Hazel’s gaze fell upon a messy living room, where Hazel saw Ethan sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, surrounded by a multitude of empty

wine bottles.

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hand, and

and soon someone brought a lot of red wine again. These were all the precious collections Hazel

years.

walked over to the couch and sat down, placing the red wine on the coffee table. She asked, “Do you still want to

it’s not enough, I

came over to scold him for not taking care of his health, but it turned out Hazel was asking him

but after Hazel’s words, the grievances he had been holding back for several

sensation of alcohol filled his limbs, devouring his

out to Hazel,

very confused, and he wanted to tell Hazel about the grievances in his

soft hair like she usually did

can still hold my

you despise me?” Ethan

his slender leg, with not much force but

didn’t go out or take a shower these past two days,

Hazel

glanced

Ethan kept silent.

“Tell me,

by Hazel’s words. Unable to bear the grievances, Ethan turned around and walked to

was all for the children rather than him.

restaurant’s sink, squeezed some hand soap, and vigorously rubbed her

not large, had all the necessary facilities.

of

rich

and enticing food

aroma.

The curtains were still not pulled open, but the floor lamp in the dining room was turned on, casting a warm light

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taste of alcohol had dissipated from his

on his face, perhaps only the bottles scattered all over the living room floor revealed his drunken and dreamlike days.

dining table. Just as he was about to

the clouds of sorrow that had been lingering in Ethan’s

sheepishly, “Ms. Robinson, I know I was wrong, and I won’t do these silly

the extent to which

now, it’s the time when she imitates everything. If she sees you starving yourself, what will she learn from you? While thinking about Leila, who sweetly called him uncle, Ethan felt the

Ethan’s little gesture at once and said, “Take out the other hand

Ethan’s small

movement

you

noticed, and was

he chuckled.

felt hungry

hurry up and

that