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Hazel asked the female assistant, “How long has he been like this?”
“Since I came back from Los Angeles.”
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The female assistant helplessly continued, “He doesn’t eat or drink, doesn’t open the curtains during the day, and doesn’t turn on the lights at night. He just stays alone in the house.”
Everyone else had come to check on him, but he just wouldn’t open the door. There was no other choice, so the female assistant had to call Hazel.
The two of them arrived outside the room.
On the small cabinet at the entrance, the food brought in the morning remained untouched and
intact.
Hazel knocked on the door and said, “Ethan, open the door.”
There was no sound coming from inside the house.
Everyone in the laboratory wore life–monitoring watches, and the backend data would show whether Ethan was still alive or not…
Otherwise, they would doubt if Ethan was alive or not.
“Ethan Robinson. I count to three. If you don’t open it now, you won’t be Leila’s uncle anymore.
“One… Two…”
The door in front opened, and Hazel and the female assistant both breathed a sigh of relief.
Ethan had a palm–sized face that was extremely pale while staring at Hazel with his lifeless eyes. He seemed to be trapped in agony, desperately struggling but powerless to break free from the shackles of helplessness.
The sunlight fell on his facial features, making his already somewhat mixed–race features appear even more profound. Behind him was a pitch–black room, from which wafted a mixture of smoke and alcohol.
Hazel looked at the man in front of her, who resembled her younger brother. She took a deep breath and exhaled, and her shoulders were tightened as she silently sighed in her heart.
She asked the female assistant to go back. She would handle things here.
The female assistant took away the uneatable food at the door and advised Hazel, “Ms. Robinson, don’t be too angry.
too angry. If you can give Ethan a beating, let’s not waste your words.” Ethan opened the door and then turned back into the room.
Hazel followed him inside and closed the door. Although the room was not pitch dark, it was indeed too dim.
Hazel did not hurry to pull back the curtains and forcefully dispel the darkness in the room. She placed the food she brought on the nearby dining table and casually opened the double–door refrigerator next to it, which was empty just like new.
In the cold light of the refrigerator, Hazel’s gaze fell upon a messy living room, where Hazel saw Ethan sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, surrounded by a multitude of empty
wine bottles.
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Ethan held a half–drunk bottle of red wine in his hand, and his entire being was enveloped by an unseen force of sadness.
Hazel sent a message to someone, and soon someone brought a lot of red wine again. These were all the precious collections Hazel had gathered from various places over the past two
years.
She walked over to the couch and sat down, placing the red wine on the coffee table. She asked, “Do you still want to drink?
“If it’s not enough, I still have more here.”
Ethan thought that Hazel came over to scold him for not taking care of his health, but it turned out Hazel was asking him if he still wanted to drink.
He could endure when there was no one around, but after Hazel’s words, the grievances he had been holding back for several days erupted at that moment.
The numbing sensation of alcohol filled his limbs, devouring his rationality and composure.
Ethan cried out to Hazel, “Ms. Robinson…”
His thoughts were very confused, and he wanted to tell Hazel about the grievances in his heart, but he didn’t know where to start.
Hazel rubbed Ethan’s long and soft hair like she usually did to Leila, but instead, she felt a greasy hand.
Hazel’s hand froze.“Ethan, while I can still hold my temper, go take a shower.”
“Ms. Robinson, did you despise me?” Ethan felt even more aggrieved.
Hazel kicked Ethan on his slender leg, with not much force but a very strong momentum.
“You didn’t go out or take a shower these past two days, your hair could have been used to extract oil.”
Hazel
glanced
Ethan kept silent.
at Ethan and continued, “Tell me, should you be despised?”
In the silent and pitch–black room, all of his emotions were disrupted by Hazel’s words. Unable to bear the grievances, Ethan turned around and walked to the bathroom, hesitating several times along the way, but in the end, he held back his words.
Ethan stopped talking because he thought Hazel’s tenderness was all for the children rather than him.
Hazel went to the restaurant’s sink, squeezed some hand soap, and vigorously rubbed her hands. She finally washed away the greasy feeling on her hands.
Ethan lived in a high–end apartment building that was built as part of the laboratory facilities. A single apartment of almost 1,000 square feet, although not large, had all the necessary facilities. Hazel glanced in the direction of the bedroom and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. She opened and placed all the food brought on the table.
of
rich
and enticing food
aroma.
When Ethan came out, he smelled waves The curtains were still not pulled open, but the floor lamp in the dining room was turned on, casting a warm light around.
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Hazel had already sat at the dining table and started eating
Ethan touched his nose and the bitter taste of alcohol had dissipated from his mouth after brushing his teeth.
Apart from the faint blush on his face, perhaps only the bottles scattered all over the living room floor revealed his drunken and dreamlike days.
He went to the restaurant and took clean dishes and forks, then he sat down at the dining table. Just as he was about to start eating, Hazel pulled the dish in front of him to the other side and raised an eyebrow.“What? Feeling hungry?”
Although Hazel didn’t say any comforting words, the clouds of sorrow that had been lingering in Ethan’s heart for so many days were driven away by her.
Ethan couldn’t help but smile sheepishly, “Ms. Robinson, I know I was wrong, and I won’t do these silly things again.”
Hazel knew the extent to which Ethan valued Leila.
She started by talking about her daughter, “Leila is over one year old now, it’s the time when she imitates everything. If she sees you starving yourself, what will she learn from you? While thinking about Leila, who sweetly called him uncle, Ethan felt the burden on his shoulders, which he had taken on himself, became even heavier.
Ethan raised his hand and swore, “Ms. Robinson, I promise there will never be a next time.” Hazel saw through Ethan’s little gesture at once and said, “Take out the other hand that have behind your back and swear again.”
Ethan’s small
movement
you
noticed, and was
he chuckled.
Now he felt hungry
Hazel continued, “Alright, hurry up and have your meal.”
that
Ethan
was
a
She appeared indifferent to Ethan’s situation on the surface, but deep down she was genuinely worried
heading towards dead end and feeling hopeless.
with the Robinson family.
was
Leila, who could unconditionally change Ethan, Hazel thought about it and finally decided to give Ethan a half–month vacation, allowing Ethan to accompany her back to her home country.
Given Ethan’s current state, it was not safe for him to stay in the Canadian laboratory. If he were
his life would be at risk. conducting experiments,
to
lose
focus
while
That afternoon, Hazel asked Ethan to pack his luggage and go back to their home country for a few days.
“Ms. Robinson, I am fine.”
“I have something to do, so these days you go back to take care of Leila for me. I have an important experiment to initiate.”
The scale of the laboratory she established in Seattle was incomparable to Canada’s. But it still allowed for the execution of some small experiments.
When Hazel and others arrived in their home country, it was already getting late in the evening. She left in a hurry after asking someone to bring her passport over. She had clothes and everything in the apartment in Canada.
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This time, she also came back empty–handed.
When Ethan stood in the yard of the Robinson family, he still felt a
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bit dizzy.
Leila, who was playing hide–and–seek with her two brothers in the living room, was hiding behind the curtains. As she turned her head, she saw Ethan carrying a suitcase, with grape–like big eyes twinkling and mouth wide open.
Leila stopped playing games, she ran to the door while wearing pink fox slippers. She had not arrived yet, but the sound of her slippers could be heard from a long distance away. Leila exclaimed with excitement and joy, “Uncle Ethan.”
Ethan squatted down and hugged Leila as the little girl pounced on him, “Leila, do you miss me?” Leila nuzzled Ethan’s neck and said, “Yes.”
When the two of them were getting cozy, a black classic car parked outside the yard, and the window on the passenger side slowly rolled down.
A man in the car nodded at Hazel.
Hazel’s gaze
fell on the back seat without windows. She felt astonishment while wondering how this big shot could appear here.
