Chapter 761 Pour Water

The ward was dead silent. One could only hear the buzzing of the air conditioner. Monica stared at Fiona aggressively, giving her goose bumps all over her body.

She didn't like how smothering the atmosphere was, but she couldn't do anything about it. No matter how much she hated Monica, she couldn't lose her temper because she was ill. She had to at least wait until Ethon came back.

"Ahem!" Monica coughed to stifle the atmosphere, but the hostility in her remained constant.

Fiona kept quiet. She wondered if she was being a coward. She did not want to speak for fear of starting a fight with Monica.

'If I don't speak, I won't make any mistakes, ' thought Fiona.

But Monica cast a scornful look at her and spoke in a rather arrogant tone. "Get me some water!"

Fiona looked back at her indifferently, thinking, 'I have never seen such an arrogant woman! Why does she think she can give me orders?'

But no matter how frustrated she was, she managed to hold back her anger. She took a deep breath and walked toward Monica.

She was in the VIP ward. There was a tea set on the nightstand. As calm as still water, Fiona poured a glass of water for Monica. With a forced smile on her face, she held the cup in both her hands and handed it to her.

"There you go, Aunt Monica." Her tone was neither rude nor too affectionate, making it hard for Monica to figure out her emotions.

Monica felt disgusted at the very sight of Fiona's face. She thought that it was time for Ethon to come back.

She glared at her while she sipped from her cup. At last, she spoke up. "What will make you leave Ethon? Do you even love him? If you really do, you should think about his future. You two are from completely different worlds. Do you understand me?"

Fiona was dazed.

nything, the door of the ward opened.

Ethon walked into the room with a poker face. His eyes fell on Monica, who was a mess and Fiona, who was just standing there, frowning.

Fiona's eyes widened with shock and grievance. The air in the ward had suddenly become stale.

All of a sudden, Monica cast a pitiful glance at Ethon and started crying. "Ethon, this woman is really heartless! She poured water on me when you were outside. It would be better if I just die right now!"

Ethon looked at Fiona, swallowing and frowning.

"I didn't do anything, Ethon. She spilled the water on herself," Fiona explained earnestly.

"You're lying. I was just trying to teach you something. Why on earth would I pour water on myself? Do I look that insane to you?" Pretending to be weak and frail, Monica wiped her tears off, sobbing like a little girl.

"Ethon, it's really wasn't me!" Fiona cried out, quickly stepping closer to Ethon.

Ethon's instincts told him to trust Fiona. She wasn't that kind of a person. He had seen how resilient and calm she was in the face of Monica's insults. The only time she talked back was when she mocked her parents. She really was one in a million.