The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 211: Ethan Grant Tears Up the Prenuptial Agreement

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Ethan Grant Tears Up the Prenuptial Agreement

When Ethan Grant returned, Yvette Aston had already prepared dinner.

She wore an apron and her hair was simply tied back.

Putting the dishes on the table, Yvette smiled at Ethan as he came in with Summers. "Wash your hands, it’s time to eat."

Ethan Grant paused for a moment and set Summers down.

Standing there, Yvette gave him all the illusions of home.

Due to the cold marriage of his parents, Ethan Grant had always been very resistant to getting married and having children.

But now... he felt a warmth.

A sense of finally finding a nest after flying alone for so long.

"Mommy." Summers, having washed his little hands, sat obediently at the table. "Stephen didn’t go to school today."

Yvette was a bit surprised, looking at Ethan. "Stephen didn’t go to school?"

Ethan nodded, not wanting to meddle. Maybe he’s sick?

Yvette didn’t ask further, thinking Stephen’s mother Chelsea would probably be spoiling her son and not too worried.

"Today, I made clear soup with ribs and stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat," Yvette whispered, waiting for Ethan to proactively bring up topics about the company.

But Ethan never mentioned it.

Not a single word was spoken.

Yvette felt a bit absent-minded, constantly feeling a block in her heart.

"My... mom caused a scene at the company, and the police took her away?" Yvette cautiously opened up.

"Yes, Caden called the police." Ethan’s desire for survival was strong, given that May Larson’s identity was sensitive.

No matter how May Larson was still Yvette’s mother.

"I hope she learns a lesson this time." Yvette said softly, knowing she had caused Ethan a lot of trouble.

"I can understand people doing anything for money, for interests, but between mother and daughter, even if there isn’t twenty years of parenting grace, is there not even basic humanity?" Ethan wasn’t scolding May Larson, just reasonably questioning.

If he hadn’t protected her and if Caden hadn’t promptly resolved the matter, the losses May Larson and those relatives would’ve caused the company, Yvette would certainly have had to bear joint responsibility.

Arthur Grant seized the chance to push Yvette away from his side and again planned to force him to end his marriage relationship with Yvette and ally with the Bell Family.

"Maybe... it’s my fault." Yvette lowered her head, feeling insecure.

Over the years, she had habitually searched for reasons within herself.

Because whether it was May Larson or the Aston family’s Mrs. Kendrick who loved her for twenty-one years, they all hated her.

"Could it be possible that it’s not your fault?" Ethan held Yvette’s hand. "I suggest you do a parentage test with May Larson. I don’t see any similarities between you two. Let’s wait for the test results before jumping to conclusions."

Yvette stared blankly at Ethan. "I... you suspect I’m not her daughter?"

"You haven’t suspected?" Ethan looked at Yvette.

She’s clearly so smart, can’t she reasonably question even a bit? At least until getting the results before drawing a conclusion.

Yvette lowered her head, clutching her hands tightly. "I’ve suspected it before and proposed doing a parentage test with May Larson, but the Aston family didn’t care back then. They only cared whether Charlotte Summers was their daughter and didn’t care if I was indeed May’s daughter."

After a long silence, Yvette spoke again. "Actually... I have selfish motives. I’m afraid that if I’m not May’s daughter, am I truly homeless, without family, without a brother, without any relatives..."

Ethan’s eyes were deeply fixed on Yvette.

Suddenly recalling when he first saw Yvette in the hotel, she came out of the room covered in blood, with shards of glass from a broken bottle on her forehead, desperately asking him for rescue despite her shabby state.

Back then Ethan couldn’t understand why Yvette didn’t resist, why even when she saw the police, she protected those people.

Now maybe he understood...

Because of her family and growing environment, when Ethan encounters problems, he immediately thinks about how to quickly and effectively resolve the immediate matter. Because his ability allows him to keep the problem’s controllability to the maximum.

But Yvette can’t.

When faced with problems, she’d think of numerous possible outcomes, each unbearable to her, making her increasingly insecure and powerless.

"Summers." Ethan glanced at Summers, motioning to him.

Summers happily ran to the living room, bringing out the flowers Ethan had prepared in advance. "Mommy, flowers from Summers for you."

It was a bouquet of blooming red roses, vibrant and dazzling in their redness.

Yvette, surprised, looked at the bundle of roses, several times trying to speak but unable to utter a word.

"Yvette." Ethan looked at her, his gaze burning. "Now you have a family, someone to shelter you from storms. Don’t think too much, don’t worry about anything else, I’ll face the waves ahead. You just blossom freely."

Ethan wanted to see how Yvette, his white rose, would flourish and bloom after her transformation.

He wanted Yvette to have support behind her, to bloom freely and brilliantly.

Not to worry too much, just to blossom her flower.

To unfold her beauty.

Yvette held that bouquet, tears formed before finally speaking. "Ethan Grant, will you protect me for life?"

"The contract is void. From now on, there is no prenuptial agreement. As long as you don’t mention it, we won’t divorce." Ethan earnestly looked at Yvette.

For a moment, Yvette was at a loss.

Ethan wasn’t the type who understood romance well, but with a simple dinner, he showed his most passionate sincerity.

Yvette couldn’t believe it as she looked at Ethan, tears swirling in her eyes.

"I know you still can’t fully trust me. Let’s take our time, okay?" Ethan tore apart that so-called prenuptial contract in front of Yvette, then reached out to ask her. "What about yours?"

Yvette was completely stunned.

Ethan was really serious?

"Tomorrow, come to the housing registry with me." Ethan spoke again.

Yvette quickly nodded. "Okay, Mr. Grant."

"Hmm?" Ethan squinted his eyes slightly.

"Okay..." Yvette bit her lip.

"Then what should you call me?" Ethan retorted.

Yvette lowered her head, her ears turning red, unable to say it for a long time.

"Hubby!"

"Ethan Grant..." Summers and Yvette spoke at the same time, Summers even knowing that spouses call each other hubby.

Summers covered his mouth, giggling, then focused on his meal again.

Yvette was so flustered she could barely hold the flowers. "Who, who taught you to say that..."

Summers tilted his head. "But that’s what they call each other in the TV shows. Mommy calls daddy hubby."

"..." Yvette nervously replied. "You, you should watch less TV shows from now on."

Ethan smiled, propping his head up to look at Yvette. "Call it out for me? There’s a reward."

"..." Yvette shot up, hiding in the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers.

She really liked them.

Holding that bouquet, she looked at it for a long, long time, her gaze somewhat wandering.

She didn’t used to like the ostentation of red roses, only the restraint and quiet of white roses.

At some point, she began to love red roses.

Ethan said, just let her bloom freely.

Even if her flowering period has passed long ago, what kind of flowers could she still bloom...