Chapter 3

I began closely monitoring the soul's movements.

Perhaps straying too far would affect the soul's return to the body.

He generally just stayed in the ward, only going out for a walk when the weather was nice.

The last time he took the risk to float that far was to see Shanna.

Now that his heart was dead.

He had become obedient.

When I took care of Ethan.

The soul would ramble on beside me:

"How does Rose know I love opera? Looks like she did her homework. Not bad."

"Why doesn't she also find out that my favorite fruit is durian? Making me smell apples every day—I'm sick of it."

The next day I brought in a big durian and opened it in front of him:

"Ethan, guess how many sections of fruit our durian has?"

I had gotten bolder.

I would manipulate Ethan's fingers.

Sometimes making a six, sometimes making an eight.

The soul would protest at first:

"Stop it! No one's ever dared treat me like this in my whole life. You think I'm your toy?"

Later he got used to it.

He would roll his eyes while secretly smiling.

Smelling the durian fragrance filling the ward.

The soul's eyes gleamed brightly, his will to survive growing stronger:

"I'm craving this so much... I have to wake up quickly so I can enjoy it with Rose."

After the soul spoke.

The wavy line on the heart monitor showed subtle fluctuations.

I also started eating the durian with gusto:

"You know, thanks to you, this is my first time eating durian."

"Back home, I could only eat rotten apples and oranges."

The soul froze.

I had gotten used to looking at Ethan's face.

I opened my heart and confided in him like a friend:

"Your mom thinks I'm working so hard and gave me a hundred thousand dollars. Actually, at home I had to take care of three people—Mom, Dad, and Shanna. Before, I also had to add Grandpa and Grandma."

"Now I'm here and only have to take care of you. It's actually much easier."

The soul floated to my side, gazing at me deeply without saying a word.

That day I calmly talked about many things.

Like how my parents abused me, how Shanna had been bullying me all along.

After pouring out all my grievances, I felt refreshed.

But the soul's eyes had turned red.

"Are Rose's parents sick? Why don't they cherish such a good biological daughter, but instead dote on a spoiled adoptive daughter?"

"When I wake up, I must teach that family a good lesson for Rose."

I was a bit touched.

Though the teaching part could be skipped.

As long as the two hundred million came through successfully, I'd be grateful.

After that day.

The soul and I became much closer.

I still pretended not to know of his existence, but I fulfilled his every wish.

He also stayed by my side constantly, watching everything I did.

After continuing like this for four months.

One day while I was manipulating Ethan's fingers again.

Ethan's finger.

Actually moved on its own!

The soul was shocked:

"My nerves and muscles seem to be responding to external stimuli!"

"Looks like the brain nerves are recovering well. Will I be able to return to my body soon?"

I joyfully notified Mrs. Ford.

The good news spread quickly.

Not only did a large group of experts come to consult on Ethan's case.

But Shanna also burst into the ward.

She glanced disdainfully at the vegetable on the bed and roughly dragged me outside:

"I heard Ethan is about to wake up?"

Seeing I didn't respond.

Shanna slapped me across the face:

"You really think you've landed the Ford family? How dare you give me attitude."

The soul was so angry he gritted his teeth.

"Rose, are you stupid? Fight back! I've got your back!"

"You won't fight back? Then I'll do it for you!"

But the fists he threw.

Aside from stirring up gusts of cold wind, had no destructive power.

Shanna poked my nose and warned me:

"If Ethan really wakes up, you better get lost. I'll make Ethan believe I've been the one taking care of him all along."

"After all, I'm the woman Ethan loves. Even when he wakes up, he'll only marry me!"