Chapter 3

Vivian's POV

Everyone in the room froze. No one expected her to kneel. For a moment, no one spoke.

But I noticed that after Sabrina knelt, Ethan's body immediately tensed, his fists clenched tight.

Sabrina blinked her tearful eyes, her voice trembling. "You still won't forgive me? Then I'll give you my life!"

She grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it on the floor, picked up a shard, and forcefully dragged it across her wrist.

Ethan could no longer control himself. He suddenly stood up and rushed over.

Ethan lunged forward and actually grabbed the shard with his bare hand. "What are you doing!"

He whipped his head around, his presence instantly fierce. "Anyone who dares hurt her can go die!"

The classmates were all stunned by his expression.

He gripped the shard too hard, and blood poured out. Seeing him bleed, I instinctively went to pull him away.

But Ethan, who'd lost his rationality, didn't see who was coming. He raised his hand and pushed the person away hard. I was pushed heavily to the ground.

Glass shards were everywhere on the floor. Sharp fragments pierced my palms, and blood quickly seeped out.

I was in so much pain I almost passed out.

Ethan didn't notice me at all. He was busy bending down to lift Sabrina in his arms. "I'll take you to the hospital!"

With that, he rushed out of the room without looking back.

Silence fell over the room.

Several classmates snapped out of it and hurried over to help me up.

"Vivian! Are you okay?"

"Has Ethan gone crazy? What's going on between him and Sabrina?"

"We were helping him. Why is he siding with Sabrina?"

I forced a bitter smile. "It's exactly what you saw. So you probably won't get to attend any wedding."

Several classmates froze and quickly changed the subject.

"Don't talk about that. Let's get you to the hospital!"

A few female classmates who were close to me supported me as we quickly headed out.

When we reached the hospital emergency room, I saw Ethan.

He was sitting in the blood collection room, letting a nurse draw his blood.

The doctor stood nearby, frowning. "That patient's condition isn't critical. One person can donate a maximum of 400cc at a time. 400cc from you is enough. We can get the remaining 400cc from another hospital's blood bank."

Ethan shook his head, his tone firm. "She's pregnant. She can't wait. She's in danger."

The doctor hesitated but ultimately complied.

My classmates watched this scene from afar, unable to believe it.

Someone asked carefully, "Vivian, are you really okay?"

I shook my head. "I already knew. Let's go."

The female classmate next to me looked at me in shock. "How did you know?"

I lowered my eyes. "He made a phone call in the middle of the night. I heard it."

Everyone felt sorry for me.

"It's good you saw that jerk's true colors early. Better than finding out after marriage!"

"Ethan must be blind. You treated him so well, yet he... ugh!"

I forced a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

When I got home, I sat alone on the couch in a daze.

That night, Ethan didn't come home and didn't send any messages.

Looking at my bandaged palm, I just felt empty inside.

The next afternoon, the door lock suddenly rattled.

Ethan pushed the door open, his face frighteningly dark.

Without a word, he strode up to me, grabbed my arm, and dragged me outside.

I stumbled several steps as he pulled me. "Where are you taking me?"

Ethan didn't answer, only said coldly, "You'll know when we get there."

He pulled hard, not noticing the bandage on my hand.

I couldn't break free and could only follow him to the car.

The car stopped in front of a high-end apartment building. The elevator reached the 16th floor. He took out a key and opened the door.

The door opened to reveal a luxuriously decorated apartment.

Sabrina wore a silk loungewear set and was sitting on the couch. Seeing us enter, she immediately stood up, her eyes reddening.

I instantly understood. This was the house where Ethan kept his mistress.

My heart ached so much I could barely breathe.

Ethan stood next to Sabrina and looked at me. "Did you team up with those classmates to bully Sabrina?"

I looked at Ethan in disbelief.

I immediately understood that Sabrina had said something behind the scenes. And Ethan actually believed her.

I laughed self-mockingly and pointed at Sabrina. "You think everyone likes bullying people the way she does?"

Ethan's expression darkened further. "You're the student council president. They all listen to you. If it wasn't you, then who? Sabrina personally heard several of them planning how to bully her. Vivian, you know I hate people who bully others the most!"

Hearing these words, my chest felt like someone had torn open a gash.

When I rescued Ethan from the sports equipment room that year, his face was pale, blood flowing from his wrists.

Back then, he barely communicated with anyone. If you weren't careful, he might self-harm.

I called all the classmates together to care for him and cheer him up.

No matter how hurtful his words were, the classmates didn't mind. They continued to patiently comfort him and help him emerge from the shadows.

The pain back then was caused by Sabrina.

But now, Ethan was protecting Sabrina while accusing me and the classmates who helped him.

I held back my tears. "You hate bullying? Why do you hate bullying? Did we bully you back then?"

Ethan was rendered speechless by my question.

But when he turned and saw Sabrina's aggrieved face, he frowned again.

His tone softened. "Regardless of the past, Vivian, just apologize to Sabrina, and we'll let this go."

I closed my eyes. "What if I don't apologize?"

Ethan's expression instantly turned cold.

He stared at me and said sternly, "If you don't apologize, everyone who attended the reunion will lose their jobs tomorrow."

I froze, because I knew Ethan could do it.

With his current capability and position, making a few ordinary people lose their jobs was just a matter of one sentence.

Those classmates were innocent. I couldn't drag them down.