Quentin Grant, sitting in the front, turned his head. "Just calm down for now. Focus on getting better before you think about anything else."
Jean Grant retorted, "Brother, I don't need to calm down. Don't you trust Ethan Ellsworth? We're going to get married."
A wave of irritation suddenly washed over Ethan Ellsworth. "Grant, stop the car," he said.
The car stopped, and he opened the door. "I want to be alone for a bit. You guys go on ahead."
Jean Grant was stunned. She watched as the car pulled away, leaving Ethan Ellsworth standing on the roadside, growing smaller in the distance. Only then did she react. "Brother, what's... what's wrong with him?"
Quentin Grant sighed. "Jean, you're really disappointing me. Even now, you still don't see what you did wrong? Even if you and Marlon Marshall weren't divorced yet, once you decided to be with Ethan Ellsworth, why would you still—with Marlon—"
