Chapter 107


    Ethan frowned, "Ever since my mom lost her marbles, she gets terrified every time she sees my


    dad. Why on earth does he keep visiting her?"


    His bodyguard remained silent, not knowing what to say.


    Janice had been mentally disturbed for over twenty years. Although Nathan was dating Madeleine,


    he never divorced Janice, his first wife. They still lived together, which made Madeleine green with


    envy. She saw Janice as a thorn in her side.


    Every time Nathan visited Janice, Janice would go berserk. Nathan was the head of the Blue family.


    Janice was his wife and they had never divorced. Who had the right to stop a husband from seeing


    his wife? Even if Ethan was in the room, he couldn''t stop Nathan from seeing his wife.


    Ethan knew his bodyguard couldn''t give him an answer, but he instinctively asked the question


    anyway.


    His mother was going off the deep end again. Ethan rushed to the mansion, with his bodyguard


    trailing behind him. The moment he reached the door, he could hear the sounds of things being


    smashed and shrieks from inside. He hurried inside.


    It was the same old story. A bunch of servants were trying to restrain Janice, who was clutching a


    doll in one hand and throwing anything she could grab with the other. The servants had been


    warned by Ethan, so they didn''t dare to rush her like before.


    "Janice." Shirley felt both anxious and sympathetic. She tried to approach, soothingly saying, "It''s


    me, Shirley."


    "Stay away, don''t take my baby!"


    Janice picked up a vase with one hand, raised it high, ring at Shirley. It looked like she was ready


    to throw it at Shirley if she came any closer.


    "Don''t go near her. That vase is a precious antique of mine!" Grace shouted, preventing anyone


    from approaching. She was worried that they might provoke her mentally disturbed daughter-inw


    into smashing her beloved antique vase.


    Apanying the olddy were the daughters-inw of the Blue family. Though they nervously


    watched Janice, there was a hint of delight in their eyes. It seemed they hoped Janice would throw


    the vase at Shirley, hurting her and breaking the vase too.


    Grace used to adore Janice and treated Lucinda like her own, but was always cold towards her


    other daughters-inw, Ka and Ashley. It was only many years after Janice became mentally


    disturbed that Grace started to detest her.


    If the mentally disturbed Janice smashed Grace''s favourite antique into pieces, Grace would


    definitely kick her out of the city in a rage. That ce was far from the city centre, and it would be


    convenient for them to do their thing.


    Nathan stood at the top of the stairs, lookingplexly at his raving wife. He found himself


    unconsciously at the door to her room, recalling the warmth of the past. Unable to control his steps,


    he walked in. He didn''t do anything to his wife. As soon as he entered, he saw his wife clutching a


    doll, dozing off in a luxurious chair, which reminded him of the time when their daughter was still


    around.


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    His wife used to wait for him at home in the same way, holding their child. He approached, intending


    to carry her back to bed, but she woke up, panicked, pushed him away, and ran off with the doll.


    Nathan couldn''t understand why his wife was so afraid of him.


    What had he done to her… Nathan''s eyes were filled with regret, pain, but mostly helplessness.


    When he saw Ethan walk in, hisplex expression vanished, reced by indifference. "Ethan."


    Upon seeing Ethan, Shirley felt like she had seen her saviour, "Ethan, quickly, calm Janice down.


    Don''t let her smash that vase. It''s Grace''s favourite."


    "All of you get out," Ethanmanded sternly.


    "Ethan, quickly, get your grandma''s vase back. It''s expensive, that mad woman…"


    "That’s my mom!" Ethan retorted coldly. "If your vase does get smashed, no matter how much it


    costs, I''ll pay you back."


    No matter how expensive the vase was, can itpare to his mother? They all despised his mother


    for being mad. Who made her this way?


    It was his father. It was the Blues. Because his sister went missing, they all med his mother for


    not taking care of the child. They all knew it was his father''s mistake that led to his sister being


    taken away. They still had the nerve to me his mother. His mother lost her daughter and faced


    me from the family; how could she not go mad?


    Grace frowned, "Ethan, I''m just afraid that if the vase shatters, it might hurt your mom."


    "Exactly, Ethan, you need to know your ce. She''s your grandmother, your elder. Is this the way to


    talk to your elders?" Ashley started lecturing Ethan. Now that Grace was favouring her family, her


    eldest son Pete, who was only half a year younger than Ethan, held the same position of vice


    president as Ethan in Blue Corporation. Pete was eager to take Ethan''s ce.


    Ashley''s youngest daughter Molly, Ethan''s youngest cousin, was only ten and somewhat resembled


    a young Grace. Everyone knew Grace used to dote on Lucinda because she inherited the olddy''s


    beauty. Grace felt Molly was a replica of her, so she was particrly fond of her.


    Molly only had a hint of resemnce, and the olddy already adored her beyond measure.


    Before Ethan could say anything, Nathan, who had been standing at the top of the stairs, said,


    "Ethan is my son. If he''s not doing well, I''ll discipline him. I don''t need you to do it for me. Although


    Ethan''s mom has gone mad, I, as his father, am not."


    As he spoke, he started walking down the stairs.


    Ashley was quick to say, "I don''t mean to step on your toes in disciplining Ethan."


    "Ethan, get that vase out of your mom''s hands. Take her out for some fresh night air, let her cool


    down a bit," Nathan instructed.


    Ethan remained silent. He approached his mother gently, his expression soft, and used a tone as if


    soothing a child, saying, "Mom, give me the vase. Don''t hurt the baby, okay?"


    Janice immediately looked down at the doll she was holding, genuinely worried that the vase might


    hit the baby. She loosened her grip on the vase.


    Ethan pounced, catching the vase before it could fall. Not that he cared about the vase. He just


    didn''t want his grandma to use this as an excuse to send his mother away to a countryside


    mansion.


    After putting down the vase, Ethan supported his mother, saying, "Mom, let''s go outside for a walk


    to rx."


    "Honey, should we bring the baby too?"


    Despite Ethan''s repeated corrections, Janice still referred to him as ''honey''.


    Ethan replied softly, "Yeah, let''s bring the baby. If you get tired, I can carry her."


    "I won''t get tired. You''re so busy all the time, handling stuff at work and at home. I can''t add to that


    by making you carry the baby. That''d just wear you out more."


    Janice stared at Ethan tenderly, her voice filled with maternal love, "I''d feel bad if you''re tired."