Chapter 149


    Ever since learning about Hunter''s illness, Ines seemed calm but was nervous. Ss''s voice echoed


    in her mind from time to time.


    Ethan knew what was eating at her.


    In reality, she was just a tough cookie with a marshmallow center. Apart fromforting words, he


    couldn''t do much else for her. She was in the thick of it, having experienced the pain firsthand. She


    had toe to terms with it on her own, no matter how much others might try to help.


    "Ethan, do you think I''m heartless?" Ines suddenly asked Ethan, her eyes somewhat nk.


    If a stranger had a disease like this, she would not hesitate to help if she could. But when faced with


    someone she shared blood with, her feelings wereplicated, and she couldn''t be entirely at


    peace.


    "Izzy, don''t get your knickers in a twist. Just do what you want to do and follow your heart," Ethan


    said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.


    "If I go, I''m bound to argue with him. I can''t guarantee that I can speak calmly to him," Ines said,


    looking down in the dumps.


    Ethan couldn''t help but chuckle, ruffling her hair, "Now I know where you got that temper from. It''s in


    your genes, just like his." When he visited Hunter, it was the same story. A few offhand remarks and


    the man was up in arms.


    "What do you mean I''m like him?" Ines retorted.


    Ethan didn''t continue to debate with her, saying, "Go, Izzy, don''t leave yourself with regrets. After


    all, he''s your biological father. Try to control your temper and have a proper chat with him."


    Ines twirled her fingers in her lengthy hair, looking torn, "I don''t know what to say to him. You don''t


    understand. He''s a man who values face. He doesn''t want others to know that he''s sick."


    "You''re not ''others.'' Just go and give it a shot."


    Ines mulled it over all morning, psyching herself up. She headed to the Galeana Group at


    lunchtime, dropped her name, and walked straight into the chairman''s office.


    As she approached the office door, she heard Hunter''s booming voice. The door was ajar, and she


    saw the mess on the floor, papers scattered everywhere, even a smashed teacup. The person


    bearing the brunt of Hunter''s rage was Ss.


    Hunter flicked his wrist, sending the ashtray on the table flying towards Ss, hitting him square on


    the forehead, blood flowing immediately.


    Ines felt a chill run down her spine, not understanding how Ss could still stand.


    "Why did you go behind my back to find them? Don''t you listen to me?" Hunter yelled at Ss


    angrily.


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    Ss didn''t defend himself, or say a word, just stood there taking Hunter''s wrath. He knew this was


    coming when he went to find Ines.


    "Speak! Are you mute?" Hunter growled again, the veins on his forehead throbbing. He looked


    somewhat intimidating.


    Ss finally lifted his head, saying calmly, "Chairman, I did it for your sake."


    "If you cared about me, you would listen to me, not act on your own without my orders! I don''t need


    anyone''s pity, especially not that girl''s!"


    Hunter''s voice was still loud. If it wasn''t for Ethan confirming his illness, Ines might have thought this


    was all an act between him and Ss, a y to bait her. How could he be someone with a terminal


    illness?


    Ines couldn''t hold back and pushed the door open, saying sternly, "Are you sure you''re not acting


    like this to get my sympathy?"


    A glimmer of light shed in Ss''s eyes, and he looked at Ines with surprise. He knew Ines


    wouldn''t be so heartless.


    Hunter was taken aback, and then his eyes turned red with anger. Pointing to the door, "Who


    permitted you just to walk in? This is the Galeana Group, not a ce you can just barge into, get


    out."


    "No wonder you''ve got lung cancer with all this anger," Ines said with a stoic face, a hint of mockery


    in her eyes.


    "Ines, is this how you talk to your father?" Hunter pointed at Ines, his face beet red, trembling,


    seemingly on the edge of exploding.


    Looking closer, Ines realized he had lost weight in just a few days. His eyes were sunken, and he


    looked pale. Even that flushed face looked rather sickly. Her heart skipped a beat, not realizing his


    health had deteriorated so much. "I told you, the day you cut ties with me as your daughter, I


    ceased to be your daughter. How I speak is my business, you have no right to discipline me. It


    would be best if you reflected on yourself first. It''s your failure to raise me properly in the first twenty


    years that resulted in my current personality," Ines retorted, not intimidated by Hunter at all, just with


    a slightly softer tone.


    Ss looked worriedly at them, not knowing how to mediate, and could only plead with Ines with his


    eyes, signalling her not to provoke Hunter too much.


    "Since you don''t consider me your father, why are you here? Get out!" Hunter kicked her out again.


    "I don''t want to be here in this hellhole, but don''t act like you''re at death''s door. Are you hoping


    everyone knows you''re dying? Knows you''re sick? If you''re sick, you should seek treatment, not


    deliberately let it drag on and annoy people." Originally, Ines wanted to talk well with him, but seeing


    him so stubborn, she got angry and couldn''t control her emotions.


    "I''m not sick." Hunter was adamant, his face alternating between red and white. He was hard as


    nails, and Ines could not back down. Neither side was willing to give in. "You know whether you''re


    sick or not and whether you''re making a spectacle of yourself by refusing treatment and looking so


    miserable to gain others'' sympathy. Stand up properly in front of people if you''re capable , don''t


    make Ss worry. I wouldn''t be here if it wasn''t for him finding me. "


    "Ines, have you said enough? If you''re done, get out!" Hunter reached for the teacup on the table,


    but his hand was shaking so much he couldn''t even lift it.