Ch. My sister’s punishment, my billionaire prize 13 My sister’s punishment, my billionaire prize 13

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It was as if he was seeing the sister he had loved for so many years for the first time. 

Yet Amber wouldn’t let up, continuing her mockery: 

“You don’t think being the Parker heir means you can do whatever you want, do you? Let me tell you. 

ma Parker too. I’m an adult now, and I have just as much right to the family assets as you do!” 

“I’ curious to see how many shares you’ll get when Mom dies.” 

Hearing Amber’s cruel words, Ethan instinctively raised his hand. 

But before the slap could land on Amber’s face, he forcibly stopped himself. 

After all, this was the sister he had duted on for so many years. He couldn’t bring himself to hit her. But Amber was already pointing at Ethan’s nose, screaming: 

“Ethan Parker, you dare to hit me? Fine! I’m telling Dad!” 

With that, Amber immediately called our father. 

This time, our father answered personally. 

Always busy with work and constantly claiming to be stretched thin-the man who hadn’t even found time to visit his wife in three days of hospitalization-somehow arrived at the hospital at lightning speed after Amber’s call. 

Ethan had wanted to explain the situation, but before he could say a word, our father burst in and slapped him hard across the face. 

Caught completely off guard, Ethan fell heavily to the floor, his vision blurry. 

Amber immediately threw herself into our father’s arms, crying like a wounded flower: 

“Dad, you have no idea! Ethan almost beat me to death just now.” 

“I was just celebrating with my friends after Master Montgomery accepted me as his apprentice, and he treated me like this. I feel so wronged!” 

Our father grew increasingly angry, kicking Ethan in the chest. 

He used such force that there was absolutely no restraint. 

When Ethan finally processed what had happened, he realized he had coughed up a mouthful of blood. 

Our father was about to strike again when a nurse in the hallway screamed. 

Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand, holding Amber protectively and comforting her softly. 

Even as doctors and nurses worked together to lift Ethan onto a stretcher, our father didn’t look back 

once. 

Fortunately, they were already in a hospital. With prompt treatment, Ethan suffered only two broken ribs and some corneal damage-nothing that wouldn’t heal with a few days’ rest. 

In that moment, Ethan strangely thought of the night before Lwas sent to Vermont, when I too had no chance to explain before our mother slapped me hard. 

But Ethan was luckier-he received immediate medical care and suffered no lasting damage. 

I, on the other hand, had been permanently disabled, losing all hearing in my right ear. 

When I learned I would never hear from that ear again, how hurt and heartbroken must I have been? 

Ethan couldn’t help covering his face, feeling wetness on his palms. 

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to know what I had tried to say all those years ago but never had the chance to. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. 

Ring… ring… ring… 

No one answered. 

Ethan, stubborn as ever, called five or six more times, but got the same result. 

But it had been five days already. Even if the Blackwoods wanted to punish me, surely it would be over by now. Why wasn’t I answering the phone? 

He was about to leave the hospital to look for me when he ran into Drake. 

Drake was clutching a piece of paper in his hand, looking both furious and desperate. 

The moment he saw Ethan, he grabbed his collar urgently: 

“Where is Violet?” 

Amber came running in from outside: 

“Drake, this letter breaking off the engagement is what Violet specifically asked me to give you before she left, along with this necklace-” 

Amber took out the necklace from her pocket and placed it in Drake’s hand. “Violet said she doesn’t love you anymore and wants to end the engagement. That’s why she doesn’t want this token of your love either.” 

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask Ethan. Everyone saw it with their own eyes.”