# Chapter 364: A Father's Pride vs. A Daughter's Desperate Love
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 364 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." This chapter takes us deep into the aftermath of a heated confrontation, where a father's stubborn pride collides with his daughter's desperate, all-consuming love. Buckle up, because this is a chapter full of screaming matches, bitter resentments, and family secrets hanging in the air like daggers!
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Ethan Murphy stormed out of Francine's ward with fire in his veins, his footsteps echoing down the sterile hospital hallway like the beating of a war drum. The old woman's sharp words still rang in his ears, each syllable a fresh wound to his battered pride. But he didn't retreat far—he merely pushed open the door to the very next room, where the other woman in his life waited for him: his daughter, Seraphina.
The room was quiet except for the soft beeping of medical monitors. Seraphina had stopped pacing the moment the door swung open, her face lighting up with desperate expectation despite her pallid complexion. She was still reeling from her terrifying plunge into that icy pond, but her body had recovered enough that the doctors only required two days of observation. Two days that felt like an eternity to a girl whose heart was trapped elsewhere.
"Daddy!" She rushed up to him, her hospital gown fluttering behind her like the wings of a caged bird desperate for freedom. Her eyes searched his face with feverish intensity. "How did it go? What did Madam Francine say? Did she allow me to see Stefan?"
When they'd first admitted her after that near-fatal drowning, she had cried and clung to her father's arm, her voice shattered with sobs as she begged him to win Stefan back. She had painted herself as the victim, the poor girl who almost died for love, and she trusted her father to fight her battles for her.
But Ethan's face twisted into a smile that held no warmth—a smirk of self-satisfaction that made Seraphina's blood run cold.
"Why do you want her to say yes?" He crossed his arms, his posture radiating smug victory. "I've already fought with them."
There it was. The truth, delivered like a slap to the face.
Ethan had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. Oh, how he had yearned to finally unleash his fury upon the Hunt family, to tell them exactly what he thought of their arrogance and their dismissiveness! His hands had been tied for years because of Seraphina's childish obsession with Stefan, forcing him to swallow his pride and play the role of the humble, flattering suitor. But now? Now he had an excuse. Now his precious daughter had almost drowned, and he could finally justify his anger in public without losing face.
His victory, however, was short-lived.
Seraphina's eyes bulged until they looked like they might pop right out of their sockets. Her mouth fell open, and a piercing shriek tore through the room that made even the heart monitors stutter. "What?! Why would you do that?!" Her voice cracked with hysteria. "I asked you to make peace with them, but you—you—"
Annoyance flickered across Ethan's features, his brief triumph evaporating under his daughter's accusation. He snapped, his patience wearing thin as threadbare cloth, "Wake up, Seraphina! They never took us seriously. You took such good care of Stefan—you devoted yourself to him body and soul—but what did you get in the end? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. They kicked you to the curb like yesterday's garbage!"
Seraphina's chin trembled, but she refused to back down. "I did it willingly!" Tears welled in her eyes, and her voice grew feverish with conviction. "I don't need anything in return. I'll be happy as long as I'm with him. Just being near Stefan, seeing his face, hearing his voice—that's all I want in this world, Daddy. Why can't you understand that?"
"SHUT UP!"
The roar that exploded from Ethan's throat silenced the room. His chest heaved as he glared at his own daughter, and for a moment, Seraphina saw a stranger wearing her father's face. He was always doting, always indulgent—but behind that gentle fatherly exterior pulsed the heart of a man with tempestuous pride and a sharp tongue that had been leashed for far too long.
"You've got no guts," Ethan said, his voice dropping to a venomous hiss. "And I'm disappointed in you. Utterly, completely disappointed." He turned away for a moment, running his hand through his hair as he paced toward the window. "But our family isn't like this. We might not be as strong and powerful as the Hunts, but we're still quite formidable. We're not some beggars they can just humiliate and discard whenever they please!"
He whirled around, his finger pointing accusingly at some invisible enemy. "They've humiliated us TWICE because of this marriage! TWICE, Seraphina! And now we've become the laughingstock of the entire city. Do you know what people whisper about us behind our backs? Do you think I don't hear their snickers when I walk into a room?"
The Murphy family had a long history of humble flattery directed toward the Hunts, all in the hopes of securing the marriage alliance. They had groveled. They had kowtowed. They had swallowed every insult and smiled through every humiliation because Seraphina wanted Stefan so badly. But Ethan was a man with a temper like a powder keg and pride as sharp as a blade. And that hatred had been festering, growing, gnawing at his insides with each passing day.
He didn't just want to walk away from this marriage arrangement anymore.
He yearned to see the Hunts fall.
"You know that Stefan is the only man I love, Daddy." Seraphina's voice trembled as she backed toward the window, her eyes wild and glassy. "I finally got so close to him. I finally had a chance to be in his world, to touch the edges of his life. But now you've ruined EVERYTHING!" Her voice spiraled into a scream, and she spun around to face the window, her fingers clawing at the frame. "Do you want to see me kill myself? Is that what you want?"
She yanked at the latch, her body leaning dangerously forward. "Why don't I just end it all right now?! Jump out this window and splatter myself on the concrete below? Then you'll regret this!"
The words hit Ethan like a physical blow, and his face drained of all color.
"After I'm dead, you won't need me anymore anyway—" Seraphina's voice broke on a sob as she shouted over her shoulder, "—because you've got an illegitimate son somewhere out there! He can just come back and join the family as your heir after I'm gone! You don't need me, Daddy! You never needed me!"
The words hung in the air like poison gas, revealing a dark family secret that was never meant to see the light.
Ethan's bravado crumbled in an instant. He rushed forward with surprising speed, his arms wrapping around his daughter's waist and pulling her back from that terrifying precipice. His voice lost all its edge, becoming pleading, almost pathetic. "Seraphina, love, calm down! Please, please calm down. Why would you bring him up again? He means NOTHING to me!"
He held her tight, his heart hammering against his ribs. "I love you the most—no one will ever take your place. All my property, everything I own, every last cent will be yours. I'll find you any man you want. A better man than Stefan! Someone who will cherish you and treat you like the princess you are! Just please, please come here and stop this madness..."
His daughter gave him nothing but silence, her shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs.
Ethan sighed, defeat seeping into his bones. "I didn't want to fight, okay? But Francine said some really nasty things. I told her that you were nearly killed by her grandson—that his little brat nearly drowned you! And you know what she said? She said YOU were useless! She said you must have offended her grandson, and that whatever happened to you was DESERVED!"
His voice rose with renewed fury, the injustice still burning fresh. "How could I just let that go? How could any father stand there and listen to some old woman say his daughter deserved to drown?”
In his arms, Seraphina twisted around, her face blotchy with tears and anger. "Yes, Madam Francine was right!" She stamped her feet on the cold hospital floor, frustration radiating from every inch of her small frame. "I DID try to push that kid first! I tried to push him into the pond, but he was quicker than I expected, and HE pushed ME in instead!"
She gritted her teeth, furious not at Francine, but at herself. "I was the one at fault, Daddy! So WHY would you use that stupid incident to demand an explanation from them? Why would you go there and pick a fight over something that was MY mistake?!"
Ethan blinked. For a moment, the truth registered in his eyes—the acknowledgment that his precious daughter had indeed been the aggressor. But then his expression hardened, and he huffed grumpily, crossing his arms like a petulant child. "You had almost drowned! I had to demand an explanation from them. Do you know how frightening it was to get that phone call? To be told my only daughter was pulled unconscious from a pond? I had to do something!"
He turned away, his voice muffled with dark satisfaction. "And they're just lucky I didn't kill that brat. Trust me, Seraphina—they should be grateful I showed them such tolerance. If it were any other family, that little monster would already be swimming with the fishes."
The chapter closes on this image: a father who believes his restraint is generosity, a daughter who is trapped between her own mistakes and her father's misguided love, and a rift between two families that now seems impossible to bridge. Ethan stormed away from this confrontation feeling victorious, but beneath his smugness lurks the terrifying possibility that his actions have not only cost his daughter her last chance at love—but may have awakened a sleeping giant in the Hunt family that could crush them both.
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**Reader's Impressions & Rating:**
This chapter reveals so much about the dysfunctional dynamic between Ethan and Seraphina! Ethan loves his daughter, no doubt about that, but his pride is so blinding that he's willing to destroy her happiness just to satisfy his own thirst for revenge. And Seraphina—oh, poor Seraphina—her love for Stefan has made her pathetic and desperate, and yet, there's a twisted honesty in her confession that she was the one who started the fight with that little boy. She's not innocent, but she's also clearly broken by love.
I feel conflicted! Do I feel sorry for her? A little. Do I think she deserves what's coming? Absolutely. Her manipulation through suicide threats is toxic and borderline scary, and Ethan's attitude is feeding her delusions rather than protecting her. The revelation of the illegitimate son is also a juicy detail that adds layers to the Murphy family drama. This chapter sets up so much conflict that I'm genuinely worried about what will happen next.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.5 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
With Ethan now openly at war with the Hunt family, and Seraphina's dangerous desperation simmering beneath the surface, I predict that Stefan will catch wind of this confrontation and become even more protective of Renee and his child. The Hunt family will likely mobilize their full power against the Murphys—and with Renee possibly being reinstated in her role or the identity of the children being revealed, Ethan's arrogance might just trigger the very downfall he's been so eager to witness—except it will be HIS family tumbling instead. Seraphina might also do something unhinged to try and "fix" what her father broke, perhaps fleeing the hospital to seek out Stefan on her own!
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