Chapter 482 Ethan, you tell me, how should I let you die?!

One of Zackary's hands rested on Ethan's forehead, the other still tightly gripping his small hand. As he opened his eyes, he instantly felt a sense of embarrassment as if he had been caught red-handed.

His flawless, jade-like handsome face quickly flushed with discomfort. He somewhat conspicuously shook off Ethan's hand in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment.

"Stupid cripple, don't flatter yourself. I held your hand, not because I cared about you, but because I didn't want you to die in my Silverybay Estates!"

Ethan stared blankly at Zackary in front of him, watching him for a while, a clear confusion rising in his hollow eyes.

Even for a four-year-old child, who was exceptionally intelligent, the human heart was too complex. There were still some things he couldn't understand.

For instance, he was racking his brains but still couldn't figure out why this person seemed to care so much about him when he was unconscious, but treated him as if they were mortal enemies when he opened his eyes.

Early this morning, someone had tampered with his food. After he finished eating, he foamed at the mouth and collapsed on the ground, motionless.

It was truly strange. His body was stiff as a stone, he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even open his eyes. But miraculously, he was still able to perceive some things from the outside world, more or less.

He could feel that this person was holding him tightly in his arms, anxiously calling his name over and over again.

At that time, he called him not the stupid cripple, but Ethan.

It seemed as if he still cared about this son of his.

He could also feel that, while in the car, he had been gripping his hand tightly all along, until he was pushed into the emergency room in a daze, he was still clutching his hand tightly.

In that moment, he clearly felt that he did not want to lose him.

Just a moment ago, he had held his hand tightly, urging him to get better quickly. But as soon as he opened his eyes, the little warmth that remained between them had vanished into thin air.

It seemed as if all his goodness was nothing more than a warm yet unrealistic dream he had conjured.

Seeing the puzzled light in Ethan's eyes, Zackary's embarrassment of being seen through became even more obvious. He got up directly from the side of the bed, looked down at him condescendingly, and spoke coldly, "Stupid cripple, you're really stupid, mistaking pesticide for a drink! How could I, Zackary, have produced such a fool like you!"

Ethan's eyes dimmed, he didn't speak, just slowly lowered his eyelids.

Stupid cripple, idiot...

It turned out that those were just his dreams. Disliking him, hating him, looking down on him, that was the person's true nature.

"Speak!"

No matter what he said, Ethan remained silent. Zackary couldn't help but feel a bit irritable. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, giving him cold commands. But no matter how cold or terrifying his gaze was, Ethan still lay quietly on the bed, not uttering a word.

A clear frown creased Zackary's brow, he remembered that this stupid cripple used to be quite talkative.

In front of Penelope, he was always beaming with a sunny smile, and the words that came out of his mouth were as sweet as honey. Why did he turn into a deadpan and pretend to be mute in front of this stupid cripple?!

Did he really hate Zackary that much?!

Just like that heartless woman Penelope, he also looked down on Zackary, they both didn't want him, Zackary.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Zackary didn't want to see Ethan's gloomy face anymore. He turned around, carrying a chill with him as he walked out of the room.

After leaving Ethan's room, Zackary suddenly remembered that Ethan seemed to have not eaten anything since his stomach was pumped. He wasn't sure if Ethan was hungry or not.

He subconsciously turned around, heading back the way he came. After a few steps, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

What was he doing?!

That stupid cripple didn't care about him at all, what was the point of him going back to curry favor!

He and Penelope, they both eagerly flocked to Everett, one wanting to be his wife, the other rushing to be his son. They had long since abandoned him, Zackary!

Zackary didn't want to show that he cared about Ethan, but in the end, he was still worried about his health.

Walking into the living room, he still coldly ordered the servant, "Don't starve him!"

After a pause, he spoke to them again, "If there's anything, feel free to call me anytime!"

Zackary had urgent matters to deal with today. He dropped these words, didn't even glance at Lola, and went straight to the garage.

Lola wasn't in a hurry to leave either, a gentle yet clearly malicious smile hanging on the corners of her lips.

Zackary had left, and the vast Silverybay Estates mansion was now Lola's domain.

She could do whatever she wanted to that stupid cripple!

It would be best to make that stupid cripple disappear completely, without anyone knowing!

The servant had already prepared a light and delicious rice porridge for Ethan, and she was about to carry it upstairs to feed him when Lola walked up to her and took the porridge from her hands.

"Amelia, you go ahead and get busy, I'll take care of Ethan."

Amelia was the new maid at Silverybay Estates, unaware of the love-hate relationship between Lola and Penelope. All she knew was that Mr. Zackary was very kind to her, wanting her to be a mother to Ethan. She also hoped to foster a mother-son relationship with Ethan. With a gentle smile, she quickly excused herself.

Lola glanced maliciously at the rice porridge in her hand, take care of that stupid cripple?

She certainly wasn't that idle!

She would only make that stupid cripple wish he were dead!

When Lola entered Ethan's room, he was lying motionlessly on the bed. There was no focus in his eyes, even though they were open, he seemed like an old man on the verge of death, devoid of any youthful vitality.

"Ethan..."

Lola's voice carried a distinct hint of laughter, but it sounded inexplicably sarcastic.

Upon hearing Lola's voice, Ethan slightly lifted his eyelids. In his withered and calm eyes, a surge of overwhelming hatred instantly welled up.

Seeing the undisguised hatred in Ethan's eyes, Lola's laughter became even more chilling. "Ethan, how are you not dead yet! If I were you, I would have been dead a long time ago!"

"Because, you stupid cripple that nobody loves, your existence only brings harm to others!"

"Did you just see that? That bitch Penelope, she suffered for you again. Not only will she suffer for you, but you will also be the death of her!"

He literally killed...

The thought that because of him, Xavier couldn't save Penelope's illness, and she wouldn't live for much longer, turned Ethan's little face instantly pale, almost transparent.

Seeing him in this state, Lola was exceptionally pleased. She let out a few wild laughs and then slowly walked up to him.

"Ethan, Zackary handed you over to me," he said. "He can't let you die so easily, he still needs you to drive Penelope to her death!"

"Ethan, I despised you so much, wishing I could drink your blood and eat your flesh. Tell me, now that you've fallen into my hands, how do you think I would take good care of you?!"

Saying this, Lola abruptly aimed the bowl at Ethan's mouth, disregarding the fact that the porridge inside was still scalding, and forcefully poured it into his mouth.