His hand clenched. Watching his mother, who had always longed for grandchildren, speak to him with red-rimmed eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say no, no matter how much he wanted to.
"Fine. Three years."
He answered, his voice hoarse.
Mrs. Ellsworth forced a smile and handed the bowl to him again. "Eat. After you eat, you'll still be Ethan Ellsworth, the star loved by countless fans. You have to keep living, live well. Don't let her see you in this ghastly state and be unable to rest easy."
He took it with both hands and started to eat.
He finished quickly and handed the empty bowl to Mrs. Ellsworth.
She patted his shoulder. "My son, you must remember, you are Ethan Ellsworth. You are the pride of our Ellsworth Family. My son doesn't just act and sing; he can also manage a company."
He stood there, suddenly feeling like a terrible son. No matter how much pain he was in, he couldn't keep making his mom suffer like this on his account.
