Easton's punch landed squarely on Morty's face, making Morty cover his bruised cheek and frown at Easton! Morty seemed stunned, unable to retaliate immediately, while Easton seized the chance. He grabbed Morty's collar with his left hand, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, and clenched his right fist, swinging it toward Morty's face again. Ellis wasn't one to meddle, but the situation unfolding before her seemed too dangerous to ignore. Seeing Easton's ferocity, she feared it might lead to something worse! Driven by a basic human kindness, Ellis quickly moved to Easton's side and grabbed the hand he was about to use to strike again. But she had just woken up and hadn't fully recovered, her vision dimming and her strength failing. Easton, oblivious to his surroundings, easily shook off her grip and his fist connected with Morty's already injured spot. "Ah!" The cry came from Morty, but the voice was Ellis'.Temporarily suppressing his rage, Easton regained some of his clouded rationality and scanned the room. Ellis on the floor, her lips slightly pursed, glared furiously at him. "Why are you on the floor?" As he asked, Easton quickly pulled Ellis up. To his surprise, Ellis, disgusted by his touch, pinched the palm of his hand hard. The pain made Easton instinctively withdraw his hand. A second later, he reached for her hand again. This time, Ellis wasn't fast enough to avoid him, and he pulled her to her feet. Unaware of his own strength, Easton hadn't expected that even a slight pull would make her tilt and fall. Now, facing him, Ellis seethed with irritation. This damn ex! Always looking to make me miserable! And now, stirring up trouble! Once steady, the first thing she did, without a second thought, was to raise her hand and firmly slap her unprepared Ellis' face. The slap echoed oddly through the hospital room. Not only Morty but also Easton were stunned. It seemed Ellis had put all her strength into that slap; his cheek quickly radiated with intense pain. More than the pain, it was disbelief that filled him. Ellis had hit him! She struck him over Morty. He couldn't accept it; he stood rigid, staring straight at her. After slapping Easton, feeling the reality of physical contact, Ellis realized what she had done. Meeting his complex gaze, honestly, her first instinct wasn't to run away, fearing he might hit her back immediately, but rather to scold him irritably, "Have you had enough?" She disliked both Easton and Morty, but her disdain for Easton was even more profound. Morty had brought her to the hospital out of concern for her health, regardless of his motives. And Easton? From the moment he appeared, he treated her as if she were his possession, not even asking about her health, engaging in irritating actions, and irrationally hitting Morty, as if Morty had wronged him in some way. Moreover, it wasn't just Morty he had hit; it felt like he was slapping her face too. It seemed if she didn't act according to his wishes, he'd make sure everyone suffered. Ellis' rebuke was loud and clear, like a thunderclap ringing in Easton's ears. He first touched his slapped cheek and then pressed his lips into a thin line, his chest heaving with mixed emotions. "Ellis, you hit me for another man?" His cold eyes swept toward Morty. "I hit you, and I shouldn't have, right?" Ellis stood fearless before Easton, not answering his question but challenging him with an even more daunting tone. To be exact, this wasn't the first time she had hit Easton. He had never retaliated, which emboldened her. But she wasn't foolish; if she sensed he might strike back, she'd run as fast as she could, not stupidly waiting to be hit. The fact that she could still stand there and scold Easton was because she saw no indication he intended to hit her. "Ellis, Easton hitting me was probably an impulsive act, I won't hold it against him..." While she was speaking to Easton, Morty suddenly interjected, and Ellis couldn't help but give him a look, "You stay out of this." Morty's gaze shifted to Easton's left cheek, noticing the clear imprint of her fingers. He stifled a smile, putting on a comforting facade, "Easton, Ellis isn't feeling well today, don't make her angry; anger is bad for her health." Hearing Morty casually call her 'Ellis' right in front of him, Easton could tell he was subtly provoking him, and his hands clenched into fists. Seeing Easton about to strike again, Ellis quickly grabbed his sleeve and pulled him aside. "Come with me!" Her commanding tone was unpleasant to hear, but as he looked down and saw her willingly touching him, drawing her body close to his and not Morty's, the pain on Easton's face lessened.