Ethan Grant spoke slowly, neither rushed nor anxious, which was driving Renee Grant crazy with anger.
"Ethan Grant, how dare you!"
Ethan wasn't afraid of anything. He firmly grasped Renee's Achilles' heel, but he wouldn't let her despair immediately; it was bit by bit.
"Ethan, I'm your sister!"
Renee's questioning didn't make Ethan feel guilty; he simply found it amusing.
"Oh, so you do remember you're my sister."
Ethan turned around, his face cold and mocking as he glared at her.
Someone, out of personal desire, had broken up his romance and used those means against him while he was confined.
This sister, Ethan had disowned her four years ago.
Thinking of the things she had done, Renee's face turned pale with guilt, and even her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Ethan, I did it all for your own good."
"Then I'm simply repaying my sister for her concern," Ethan replied with a sarcastic smile.
"Ethan Grant!"
