After Ethan learned of Olivia's pregnancy, he spent every second in pain and suffering.

He suppressed the beast, hiding deep within his heart, fearing that it might hurt Olivia.

Even so, the rage in his chest only grew stronger. His jealousy had changed him.

He asked himself time and again why the child wasn't his. He wouldn't have to suffer so much if he was the father.

As Brent bandaged Ethan's wounds, he said, "Mr. Miller, please calm down. Please stop hurting yourself."

Ethan smiled bitterly. "Brent, if it were you, what would you do?"

"Mr. Miller, I don't have a wife yet, so I won't make assumptions. I can't give you any useful advice."

Brent knew that Ethan was like a tired person driving on the highway.

His whole body was tense. If he so much as slacked off for even a moment, he might very well die.

Brent didn't dare suggest anything, nor was he able to.

Olivia and Ethan had turned out like this, mainly because of Leia.

Both women were important to Ethan.

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