No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 You Can’t Call The Police

Isla was utterly terrified. All the color drained from her face as she nodded quickly, tears gathering in her eyes. Her voice shook as she promised, “Mom… I understand.”

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The corridor outside the hospital room was empty and quiet, Ethan’s figure stretched beneath the fluorescent lights.

About an hour later, footsteps echoed down the hallway, breaking the stillness as they drew closer.

Ethan looked up and saw the people he’d been waiting for.

Hannah walked in front, tightly holding Isla’s hand behind her.

His face darkened, and he silently pushed open the hospital room door, motioning for them to go inside.

Inside the room, Mason sat on a chair beside the bed.

Amelia was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. She didn’t even bother to open them.

“Ms. Harlow!”

The moment Hannah saw Amelia’s pitiful state, she cried out in shock.

She hurried to the bedside, her eyes immediately filling with tears. Her voice trembled with concern. “Oh my God, what happened to you? How did you get hurt so badly? What on earth happened?”

For a moment, the air itself seemed to freeze.

Mason’s hand, which had been peeling an apple, stilled, and the tension in the room suddenly spiked.

Ethan’s brow knitted tightly. His gaze moved between Hannah and Amelia, trying to read their expressions for any clues.

Amelia slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze landed on Isla.

“I think you should ask your daughter, Isla.

“Ask her why she pushed me down the stairs.”

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The second her name was called, Isla flinched, shrinking behind Hannah like a frightened animal. She peeked her head out and screamed in a trembling voice, “I didn’t! I didn’t push you!”

Hannah instantly echoed her cry of surprise. “How could that be? Isla would never push you! Ms. Harlow, maybe … you remembered wrong?”

As she gently patted her daughter’s back, Hannah turned to Amelia, her face the picture of confusion and concern. She even pressed further, “Then do you remember about what time you fell?”

Amelia looked at her coldly and answered in a flat voice, “A little after eight in the evening.”

“Impossible!” Hannah blurted out, cutting her off. Her tone was absolute. “Absolutely impossible! At that time, Isla was resting in her room, and Ethan was still here. I even sent Ethan out to buy me medicine because I had a headache–he can vouch for it!”

With a single sentence, she cleverly dragged Ethan in as Isla’s alibi.

“Wah!”

Suddenly, Isla broke down in loud sobs.

She lifted her tear–stained face and cried out to Amelia on the bed, her words almost incoherent, “Ms. Harlow I only wanted your plush … but you wouldn’t give it to me, so I just asked Mom to buy me another one. Why are you framing me over that? Why are you telling others that I pushed you? I’m just a kid–do you really hate me that much?”

Hannah’s eyes quickly welled up with tears.

“Ms. Harlow … I know, I know you haven’t been happy since Ethan brought us back. You’ve always held a grudge against us … ” she choked out, tears streaming down her face. “But if you’re unhappy, take it out on me! You can hit me, yell at me–whatever you want!”

“But Isla… she’s still so young, she hardly understands anything. How can you put the blame on her? Do you realize that accusations like this could ruin her whole life?”

Hannah and Isla wept together, their grief sounding painfully real,

Once again, the scale in Ethan’s heart tipped toward Hannah and Isla.

He felt a wave of guilt.

Hannah was right. Isla was just a child. It was understandable for Amelia to hold resentment, but was it really fair to take it out on a kid?

“Amelia.” He frowned and spoke, “Is there some misunderstanding here? Is it possible… You fell

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