From Secret Wife to Queen of Her World by Anonymous

Chapter135.

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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half–drunk bottle of red wine in his hand, and his entire being was enveloped by an

These were all the precious collections Hazel had gathered from various places over the past two

years.

red wine

not enough, I still have more

taking care of his health, but it turned out Hazel was asking

the

filled his limbs, devouring his rationality and composure.

cried out to Hazel, “Ms. Robinson…”

very confused, and he wanted to tell Hazel about the grievances in his heart, but he didn’t know

hair like she usually did to

froze.“Ethan, while I can still hold my

you despise me?” Ethan

leg, with not much

these past two days, your

Hazel

glanced

Ethan kept silent.

Ethan and continued, “Tell me, should you be

disrupted by Hazel’s words. Unable to bear the grievances, Ethan turned around and walked to the bathroom, hesitating several times along the

talking because he thought Hazel’s tenderness was all for the children rather

rubbed her hands. She finally washed away the greasy feeling on

although not large, had all the necessary facilities. Hazel glanced in the direction of the bedroom and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. She opened and placed all

of

rich

and enticing food

aroma.

not pulled open, but the floor lamp in the dining room was turned on, casting a warm light around.

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bitter taste of alcohol had dissipated from his mouth after brushing his

perhaps only the bottles scattered

down at the dining table. Just as he was about to start eating, Hazel pulled the dish in

been lingering in Ethan’s heart for so many

sheepishly, “Ms. Robinson, I know I was wrong,

knew the extent to which Ethan valued Leila.

sees you starving yourself, what will she learn from you? While thinking about Leila, who sweetly called him uncle, Ethan felt the burden on his shoulders, which he had taken on himself, became even heavier.

through Ethan’s little gesture

Ethan’s small

movement

you

noticed, and was

he chuckled.

he felt

“Alright, hurry up and have your meal.”

that