The End of the Third Movie Chapter 2

I stayed outside by myself for a long time.

I went to the psychiatrist and picked up some medication.

Before I left, the doctor asked me:

"Have you still been dreaming about your mother lately?"

I lowered my eyes and nodded slightly.

The doctor understood and said comfortingly:

"Take it slowly. At least now, you won't be tortured by the past so painfully anymore."

"Congratulations on successfully walking away from a relationship."

I smiled and went home with my medication.

But all along the way, I couldn't stop thinking about what my mother looked like.

Her eyes that were always smiling, her heart that always thought of others, the agony of a healer who couldn't heal herself.

When I pushed open the door to my house, I saw Ethan sitting on the sofa.

I was a bit surprised.

After all, Ethan and I had been separated for a long time, and he never visited me here without a reason.

In Ethan’s own words:

"It's good that you want to move out. Your condition lately has been terrible, causing the whole house to be on edge, especially Mia."

"Go out and reflect on yourself. Once you've thought things through and figured it out, you can move back in."

Ethan took a few quick steps towards me, his voice laced with lingering fear.

"I called you so many times, but you never answered. I went out looking for you for a long time. I thought..."

I knew what he wanted to say.

He probably thought I would do something desperate like I did a month ago, trying to jump into the river to end my life.

I turned, bypassed him, and walked straight inside.

Ethan followed behind me, his tone somewhat downcast.

"Why didn't you answer the phone? Chloe, you never used to be like this."

"Do you know how anxious I was when I suddenly couldn't reach you? I was really worried about you."

I didn't answer, treating his words like empty air.

When I got up to head back to the bedroom, the long-ignored Ethan finally couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed my hand.

"Chloe, you know I'm caught in the middle and it's hard for me too. Why won't you be a little more understanding?"

"When Auntie passed away... you know what it feels like to lose someone important. How could you ask me to just abandon a mother and her child?!"

Hearing this, I couldn't stand it any longer and fiercely swatted his hand away.

I looked at him, my voice freezing cold.

"Ethan, what right do you have to say that?"

"What right do you have to bring up my mom?"

If it weren't for my mother's kind-heartedness in taking him in, he would have frozen to death in the bitter snow years ago.

Back then, he promised he would definitely repay my mother's kindness, promised he would definitely take good care of me.

But his so-called repayment was helping Mia book an appointment with my mother, who was a top specialist.

It was letting Mia smugly say right in front of her:

"The baby's father passed away early, but luckily he has a good buddy who has been helping us out during this time."

At that time, my mom didn't know anything.

When she recounted this to me, she was even lamenting how hard it must be for Mia.

"But that buddy of his is truly decent. To treat this girl so well, he must have some genuine feelings for her."

The apple I was halfway through peeling suddenly dropped to the floor, and after that, I couldn't hear anything clearly.

That night, Ethan and I had a massive fight.

"Chloe, I just felt that Auntie is the most authoritative OB-GYN in the whole hospital. You can't strip Mia of her right to seek medical care, can you?!"

Fighting the urge to cry, I said sternly:

"Do you know what she told my mom?! If my mom knew that 'buddy' was you, what would she think?!"

Ethan's body stiffened, and he fell silent.

The next day, he transferred Mia to another specialist's roster and intentionally kept his distance from her.

We silently agreed never to bring this up again.

Later, when my mom fell ill and was hospitalized, he would also come over to help take care of her.

Looking at Ethan then, her eyes were full of pride.

"Ethan is a good kid. Handing you over to him, I feel at peace..."

As she spoke, tears fell.

I knew what the words she left unsaid were.

She had handed me over to the person she trusted most.

That way, I wouldn't follow in her footsteps.

I wouldn't be betrayed by a man like she was, abandoned and left to raise a child alone and helpless.

I gave a bitter smile, tucked her in, and said nothing.

The next day, a sobbing sound came from my mom's hospital room.

I pushed the door open and saw Mia kneeling on the floor, begging my mom to give her blessing to her and Ethan.

"My husband is dead, I only have him left!"

"You've been a doctor your whole life, do you have the heart to watch me and my child be left with no one to rely on?..."

Tears slid from the corners of my mom's eyes. She couldn't say a single word; only the monitor beeped incessantly.

Ethan rushed in and quickly called the doctors to resuscitate my mom.

Mia was also locked away in a psychiatric hospital by him.

He held me as I cried my eyes out, apologizing endlessly, slapping himself.

But my mother could never be resuscitated again.

The day I went to the hospital to collect my mom's belongings.

I passed by a hospital room and saw a beaming Mia inside.

And sitting next to her, meticulously peeling fruit for her, was Ethan.

In that instant, I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

It turned out Mia had never been committed to a psychiatric hospital. In fact, under Ethan's protection, she was living even more comfortably and happily.

A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, and unable to bear it any longer, I fainted at the door of the hospital room.

When I woke up, Ethan was holding my hands in a death grip, crying like a child:

"Chloe, the doctor said... you have a threatened miscarriage..."

I stared blankly at the ceiling.

In that moment, I realized that the gamble I had placed entirely on Ethan was a complete loss.

Between him and me, there was absolutely no possibility anymore.