Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 277

Ethan's words only made Ivy feel even more panicked.

She couldn't let anyone find out she was married to Mr. Foster.

Their relationship was already strained, and he had been acting incredibly distant lately.

If Ethan somehow confirmed his suspicions, Alaric would definitely assume she had leaked the secret on purpose.

He would think she was desperately clinging to her status as Mrs. Foster.

Because of that, Ivy doubled down on her denial.

"You're giving me way too much credit. If I could actually marry someone like your uncle, do you really think I'd be working myself to the bone here every day?"

"Besides, his standards are sky-high. He would never look twice at someone like me."

But Ethan wasn't letting it go.

"My uncle's standards are high, but you're not exactly lacking. Has no one ever told you how pretty you are, or how great your personality is?"

She wasn't particularly tall, just a little over five foot two.

But she had a radiant complexion, stunning eyes, and delicate features that perfectly matched her gentle nature.

On top of that, she was hardworking, undeniably capable, and deeply kind-hearted.

Any man in his right mind would fall for a girl like her.

Ethan still couldn't fathom how Patrick Sterling could have thrown her away for someone as abrasive and arrogant as Summer.

He cursed the fact that he hadn't met Ivy before Patrick did.

If he had, she undoubtedly would have chosen him.

"Mr. Foster is powerful and wealthy. He's seen every type of woman in the world. I am nothing in his eyes."

Ivy didn't dare continue the conversation.

She was terrified her mask would slip and Ethan would see right through her.

She quickly packed up her medical tray and practically sprinted toward the door.

Watching her retreat, Ethan didn't press any further.

But if Ivy wasn't married to his uncle, then who was the powerful backer solving all her problems?

And how on earth did her sister manage to get a bed at Foster Medical Center?

This place was exclusively for the elite. Just the daily room fee was thousands of dollars, completely ignoring the cost of actual medical care.

He wasn't going to let his uncle steal her out from under him.

The only way to uncover the truth was to interrogate him directly.

Alaric stood tall and imposing beside the hospital bed, staring down at his nephew with an expression carved from ice.

"You called me all the way down here just to ask me this garbage?"

Meeting his chilling gaze, Ethan pushed harder.

"You like her, don't you? You're willing to turn against your own blood for her—you didn't even spare your own sister or niece."

"Ethan."

Alaric's voice was a low, dangerous warning. "Is that any of your damn business? If you don't want your treatment, pack your things and get the hell out of here."

He turned to leave.

He had zero patience for his nephew's nonsense.

Refusing to back down, Ethan shouted after him,

"If you like her, why won't you just admit it?! If you do, I'll give you my blessing! I don't care if Ivy becomes my aunt!"