Nathan Moore’s figure vanished outside the hospital room door, and only then did Olivia Zane withdraw her gaze.
There was a bit of loss in her heart, due to Nathan Moore’s attitude toward her mother.
Every meeting was ; at most, he would acknowledge someone with a nod as a greeting.
He was never as enthusiastic as other men when meeting their in-laws.
Having been married for so long, she had never heard him call them mom and dad. He still addressed them as uncle and aunt. If not for knowing his aloof nature, Olivia Zane would truly suspect that he disliked her parents.
"Titus, it’s your own body. If others don’t care, you must cherish yourself. Don’t hurt yourself out of spite toward others, as you’ll be the one at a loss in the end,"
Ariana Evans said, holding her daughter’s hand and speaking with heartfelt sincerity.
"I know, Mom," Titus Zane took her mother’s hand, pressed it against her face, and leaned onto her mother’s shoulder, her expression downcast, "In this world, only you treat me the best."
There was another man who had treated her the best, whom she had abandoned.
"Silly child," Ariana Evans gently stroked her daughter’s smooth hair with her other hand and said with a smile, "You’re my daughter. If I don’t treat you well, who will I treat well?"
"Mom, why are you so biased?"
Olivia Zane in the wheelchair complained with a pout.
Ariana Evans turned and glared at her, rebuking, "You still have the cheek to say that. If it weren’t for you, would Nathan have been so harsh on your sister?"
Being blamed by her mother, Olivia Zane reluctantly hung her head and muttered under her breath, "If my sister hadn’t harmed me , Nathan wouldn’t have treated her that way."
Olivia Zane’s complaints not only failed to elicit sympathy from her mother but also brought a severe scolding upon her.
"How can you say such things, child? Your sister didn’t do it on purpose, and you didn’t even try to intervene in the way Nathan treated her."
The hardship her eldest daughter suffered at her son-in-law’s house was silent, but as a mother, she saw it all.
Although Titus Zane was lying sideways in the hospital bed, not daring to move, when she had brushed her hand against her just now, Ariana Evans had still noticed red marks similar to finger prints on her face.
No need to ask, they must be that man’s handiwork.
Only, she had been too careless before to notice in time, otherwise she would have had serious words with her son-in-law.
As her mother protected her sister , Olivia Zane felt even more aggrieved and raised her eyes to her mother and asked,
"How am I supposed to intervene in my current state?"
Immobility required her to rely on a wheelchair to get around.
"Mom, don’t blame Olivia. She’s right. The situation I’m in today is all self-inflicted; nobody else is to blame,"
Titus Zane spoke faintly, her eyes downcast, already trapped in such a predicament, she didn’t want her own family to have disputes because of herself.
"You, always thinking of others," Ariana Evans didn’t continue to scold her younger daughter, turning her head again, patting her elder daughter’s hand, displaying a hint of helplessness.
"You know how to sacrifice for the sake of this family, and Mom knows you’ve given up a lot."
"Mom, please don’t say that, it was my own choice," Titus Zane said with a smile to comfort her mother.
It wasn’t that she devalued herself, preferring to remain in her sister’s house and endure her brother-in-law’s abuse. It was that man who said, "Titus Zane, if you dare leave, tomorrow’s headlines will be about Zane Enterprises going bankrupt."
Titus Zane knew that man would do as he said—it wasn’t a threat or intimidation. Anyone who could do something so malicious wasn’t incapable of anything else.
She had already caused her sister to become paralyzed; she couldn’t let her selfishness jeopardize their family’s company.