The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 28: Ethan Grant Did Not Betray Yvette Aston

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Ethan Grant Did Not Betray Yvette Aston

Jayden’s complexion darkened once more; clearly, this was a stain he had yet to accept. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

His fiancée, his high school sweetheart, had slept with another man while being caught by Jayden at the hotel.

She defended that man at every turn, refused to reveal his identity, and even had a child for him.

"Sis, weren’t you looking for a school for the child? I heard the butler’s son has properties in a good school district, with an elementary school and middle school right in the community. Marry him, and the child’s schooling problem is solved," Charlotte Summers said casually.

Yvette Aston had no idea how much more vicious they could get; the hand that was scalded hurt like fire behind her.

She dared not resist, nor did she argue back.

"Aren’t you trying to fix the schooling issue for your brat? Ha... marry or don’t marry?" Jayden wanted to see how far Yvette would sacrifice for that man’s child, how shameless she could be.

Seeing Yvette remain silent, Jayden grew agitated. "Get out."

Yvette picked up the shattered bowl on the floor and got up to leave.

"Jayden, since you agreed, I’ll handle this matter. The butler’s been busy at the Grant Family for so many years, it’s only right to help him," Charlotte Summers said benevolently and generously.

Jayden hugged Charlotte Summers to comfort her. "Alright, do whatever you want."

As for Yvette, she deserved it.

She couldn’t live without a man, this was her fate.

...

Downstairs.

After rinsing her scalded hand in cold water, Yvette checked the time.

It was already 7 PM; Summers must have finished dinner by now, right?

Just two more hours, and she could go home.

"Where’s Yvette? That bitch spills Miss Summers’ porridge and still manages to scald her, I’ll skin her alive!"

The nanny cursed as she searched for Yvette.

In a moment of fear, Yvette hid in the study, slowly curling up in the corner.

She was terrified of being beaten, truly scared.

But before dying, she had to earn more money.

Leave it for her brother and Summers.

She had to admit, Jayden’s offer of ten thousand a month was indeed enticing.

Because she hadn’t graduated from college, she had no academic qualifications; looking for a job now, she’d only earn a few thousand as a waitress.

Suddenly, the study light turned on.

Frightened, Yvette hid further into the corner behind the curtains.

Didn’t the nanny say this room was off-limits, that no one usually came in, it just needed to remain clean?

Did the nanny come over?

Frightened, she curled her legs, accidentally hitting the nearby decorations.

Ethan Grant returned to the Grant Family; just entering the study, he heard noises from the corner.

He frowned, his expression not pleasant.

Chelsea Grant’s pesky brat came in again?

He had clearly informed the Family servants that no one was allowed in his study, especially that rascal Stephen Sinclair from the Chase Family.

Ethan Grant didn’t like children, particularly spoiled ones.

Clearly, Stephen Sinclair had been spoiled by both the Sinclair and Grant Families.

Pushing aside the curtains, Ethan Grant’s face darkened as he glanced inside.

Yvette shrank back, trembling with fear, her eyes looked up at the visitor, terrified.

Yvette’s eyes were beautiful, her gaze bright, seemingly ever clean, profoundly clear.

Ethan Grant paused, then frowned. "Miss Aston, intentional?"

Crouching in front of Yvette, Ethan Grant’s voice carried a tone of mockery.

Rumors about Yvette in Meridia were many, most depicted her as morally unrestrained, a woman with crafty intentions.

Ethan Grant didn’t believe gossip, but when hearsay spread widely, it becomes truth, solidifying an unpleasant image of Yvette.

Moreover, Yvette had frequently appeared in Ethan Grant’s view recently, it was hard not to suspect and doubt.

Previously, those women tried to seduce him with similar painstaking efforts, appearing in various ways within the Grant Family.

Some socialites in Meridia would even seize chances to enter as Grant Family servants to get close to him.

Which Ethan Grant found very annoying.

"No... no... I didn’t..." Yvette spoke fearfully, her voice trembling.

Indeed, she wanted to exploit Ethan Grant, wanted deliberately to approach him, but she didn’t know how, and this time wasn’t intentional.

"Where’s Yvette? Seen her? That little witch, where’d she hide now?"

"If she’s not being lazy, she’s stealing, needs discipline."

"Let me catch her; I’ll beat her to death."

Outside, the nanny’s voice cursed loudly.

Yvette clasped her hands in prayer, pleading Ethan Grant not to hand her over.

Ethan Grant frowned, his gaze falling upon Yvette’s scalded hand back.

Without saying a word, Ethan Grant got up and left.

Yvette was terrified, thinking Ethan Grant would tell the nanny.

Afraid and hugging herself tightly, Yvette could only pray the nanny strikes lightly, so her brother and Summers wouldn’t notice.

Endure, she must endure.

For her brother and child, she could endure anything.

Sometimes Yvette wondered, if she were dead, would it not burden them anymore?

If she died, she would be liberated.

No longer needing to painstakingly catch Ethan Grant’s attention, nor desperately struggle to survive.

...

After a while, the curtains were drawn again, but it wasn’t the nanny; it was Ethan Grant again.

He brought a medical kit, taking out some burn cream.