CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: IS SUMMERS YOUR SON?

Are they bullying Yvette again?

Seeing Yvette with disheveled hair and rumpled clothes, even a fool could tell what nasty harm these people have done.

"Aren’t you done yet?" Tom Ziegler’s sudden anger lashed out as he kicked a man nearby.

The man got angry. "Tom Ziegler, what do you mean?"

Seeing the two about to fight, the others stepped in to stop them. "We’re all brothers here, don’t ruin the peace."

"Who the hell is his brother? He kicked me over a woman!" The kicked rich young man looked aggrieved.

Tom Ziegler glanced at Jayden Grant, who was sitting silently in the corner, his face sullen.

Tom frowned, took off his coat and covered Yvette with it. "I’ll take her out."

A few rich young men started jeering. "Tom Ziegler, you’re really quite the romantic, huh?"

"You were also at the hotel that night, Yvette’s illegitimate kid isn’t yours, is it?" the kicked rich young man asked nastily.

Tom Ziegler, with his fiery temper, was ready to fight.

The man quickly dodged to the side.

Yvette numbly followed behind Tom Ziegler.

She followed him and left that private room.

The hallway outside the bar was deafening, with young people reveling recklessly on the dance floor.

Yvette felt a terrible ringing in her ears, and her body swayed slightly.

Tom Ziegler walked ahead, not even bothering to look back at Yvette.

As they reached the restroom door, Tom Ziegler took a tissue, dampened it, and handed it to Yvette. "Wipe the blood off your face."

Yvette hesitated for a moment, instinctively raised her hand to touch her face, where it was warm with blood.

The wound on her forehead had split open without her noticing.

With trembling hands, she took the tissue from Tom Ziegler, wiped it off, and asked softly, "Was it you?"

Tom frowned, a little impatient, unable to hear what Yvette was saying. "What?"

"Six years ago, at Ripple Court Hotel, was it you?" Yvette looked up, her red and swollen but clear eyes fixed on Tom Ziegler.

Tom’s body stiffened, his heart inexplicably tightened.

Yvette was his first love, his unattainable muse.

Back in high school, he was an athlete, and Yvette was the school belle, a goddess.

During the performance before the sports meet opening ceremony, Yvette performed a solo dance as the white swan.

She was like a sparkling star in the sky, now fallen into the mire.

No longer shining.

"What? Have you slept with so many men you can’t tell them apart?" Tom averted his gaze and asked sarcastically.

Yvette stopped speaking, looking down at the blood on the tissue.

"Can you go back by yourself?" Tom frowned at Yvette, wondering if he should let her go home like this so late at night...

Yvette timidly stepped back, wanting to leave but still stopped, mustering the courage to look back at Tom. "Is Summers your son?"

She’s searching for a father for her son, she must find him.

The biological father.

Clenching her fingers so tightly her knuckles turned white, Yvette found these people disgusting, disgusted by all of them.

But for Summers, she still had to muster the courage to disgust herself.

Forcing herself to remember everything that happened that night six years ago.

Tom paused for a moment, thinking Yvette was crazy.

Going around finding fathers for her son? "Are you short of money or just crazy for men?"

Yvette got her answer, it wasn’t Tom.

It wasn’t...

The restroom door opened, and Ethan Grant walked out with a calm face, exuding a cold presence.

He hated bars the most, but tonight’s event was unavoidable.

In the restroom, he heard a woman questioning a man about whether he was the child’s father, and it truly "surprised" him when he came out.

It was Yvette again.

Looking at Yvette in the mirror, Ethan Grant found it ironic, were there so many men that she didn’t know who her son’s father was?

"Bro?" Tom was startled, not expecting Ethan Grant to be in the restroom!

Tom and Ethan Grant were related.

Ethan Grant’s birth mother and Tom’s mother were cousins.

Ethan’s mother had taken great care of Tom’s family while she was alive, so the families were relatively close.

Ethan Grant’s face showed no emotion; he gazed at Tom with a stern warning. "Don’t mess up."

Causing trouble with an illegitimate child, or worse.

The day Yvette fainted in his arms, Tom was also in the hotel’s private room, but Ethan only found out later.

Although Ethan Grant was indifferent to The Grants, he still showed some care for his mother’s side of the family.

He didn’t want Tom’s mother crying on the phone, asking him to take care of Tom.

"Bro, you misunderstood..." Tom touched his nose, wanting to explain. "I’m not interested in this kind of woman."

Ethan Grant frowned and glanced at Yvette.

Yvette instinctively lowered her head and stepped back, as if afraid of dirtying Ethan’s gaze.

That day, Ethan had his assistant deliver her a small cake...

That was one of the few acts of kindness in this circle.

"Send her back and don’t forget to pay for the medical expenses." Ethan warned Tom, don’t mess around and not take responsibility.

Tom opened his mouth to explain. "I didn’t..."

"The injury on her head wasn’t caused by me. Why should I pay for her medical expenses?" Tom muttered. "I think she’s just desperate, trying to scam me."

"Did your dad go bankrupt?" Ethan asked.

Tom looked shocked. "No, right?"

"Give her the money." Ethan warned Tom, even if she’s scamming you, you deserve it.

"I don’t want it..." Yvette’s eyes reddened, and with a trembling breath, she turned to leave.

She thought Ethan was different from these people, but they were all the same.