Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 456

That day, Willow and Leo stayed at Ethan's house for a long time. They even stayed for dinner before heading back, so by the time they got home, the sun had already set.

As soon as they walked in, Mayor Henderson knocked on their door. Considering how late they had returned, he asked how things went today. Did Ethan agree to the interview? Or had the interview already started?

Willow nodded at first, then shook her head. "Ethan and his parents did agree to the interview, but we didn't start it today. We just hung out with him."

"Why?" Mayor Henderson was baffled. Wasn't this the opportunity they had been dreaming of? The chance was literally right in front of them, yet they didn't grab it. He was starting to not understand these two people at all.

Willow explained it to him. "For a kid like Ethan who suffers from a rare disease, what they need more than cold medical labels is companionship and care. They aren't just rare disease patients; they're living, breathing people who crave warmth. We can't do much else for him, so we just want to do what's in our power to make him feel a little warmth."

Hearing this, Mayor Henderson was completely stunned. At the same time, it confirmed his previous suspicion: this woman was truly different from the others. She seemed to genuinely care about Ethan and truly wanted to find a way out for him.

"Then we'll follow your schedule," Mayor Henderson said before leaving.

Meanwhile, Vivienne Sinclair also found out that Willow and Leo had spent the entire day at Ethan's house.

A wave of intense bitterness and sheer rage instantly consumed her.

She had waited so long and put in so much effort, yet she hadn't even spoken to the patient yet, let alone set foot inside their house. Why did Willow get to waltz right in without doing a damn thing?

Why?

The barrage of questions piled up, his sharp words striking Vivienne like daggers, instantly backing her into a corner.

A chill ran down Vivienne's spine, and her chest tightened in panic as the immense pressure suffocated her. She couldn't explain it, and she didn't dare to.

She couldn't admit that she lacked the capability to earn the family's trust, and she absolutely refused to admit that Willow was simply better than her and had seized the upper hand.

Faced with this situation, her mind defaulted to its own twisted logic: that bitch Willow must have used some underhanded, dirty trick to steal this opportunity. Otherwise, how could a nobody like her ever compete with Vivienne?

A woman who used to be built like a heavyweight—even if she successfully lost the weight, she could never scrub off that nauseating aura of trash. Let alone her background and education; how could she possibly compare in any aspect?