Ethan stood amidst the chaos, his mind swirling with confusion and determination. The weight of the investigation pressed heavily on his shoulders as he sought to uncover the truth, but what he had stumbled upon was far more disturbing than he had anticipated. The lines between right and wrong blurred before his eyes, forcing him to confront the grim reality that the culprit he sought was not only a perpetrator of crime but also a deeply troubled individual.As Ethan glanced over at his uncle, Raymond, seeking guidance, he felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him. His suggestion to make a copy of the damning document was driven by a mix of practicality and fear. If their suspect discovered its absence, they risked arousing suspicion and endangering their pursuit of justice. Uncle Raymond, recognizing the validity of Ethan's reasoning, nodded in agreement, reassuring him that his idea held merit.With a sense of trepidation, Uncle Raymond carefully collected the document, safeguarding

After Ethan successfully managed to convince him, he took a deep breath to steady himself. Slowly, he made his way towards the microphone, his footsteps echoing slightly in the room. Ethan watched him with surprise, his brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to comprehend what he was about to do. It was clear that he was determined to apologize, especially if it meant using the microphone as a means to do so. As he lifted the microphone in his hand, his fingers brushed against the smooth surface, and he could feel the weight of the room's anticipation pressing down on him. In that moment, he cleared his throat, the sound resonating through the air, capturing the attention of those present. As if on cue, Uncle Raymond approached, his voice filled with curiosity as he inquired about what was happening."Ethan," Uncle Raymond said, his brow furrowing with concern as he tried to decipher his nephew's intentions. "I don't understand what he's trying to do. All I asked him to do was apolo

Johnson attempted to convey to Ethan the gravity of the situation, urging him to recognize that they were being deceived and should take action. "This situation is growing tiresome. He is not the perpetrator, can't you perceive that?" Ethan shouted, clearly frustrated. Feeling a sense of urgency, Johnson gently tapped Ethan's shoulder to capture his attention. "He is the one responsible, and this is not mere speculation; it is an undeniable fact. I could see it in his facial expressions from where I was standing. He is toying with us, playing games," Johnson passionately tried to convince him. However, Ethan seemed reluctant to discuss it further for the time being.Johnson understood the importance of prioritizing Ethan's concerns for his wife. Despite the lingering disbelief, Johnson remained determined to support Ethan, especially for the sake of Claire.Recognizing that the situation warranted further investigation, Johnson reached for his phone and dialed a number. With a sense

The next day, Ethan and Uncle Raymond drove to the designated meeting place where they were to meet Hannah's sister. As they stepped out of the car, Raymond's eyes quickly found her. They both made their way towards her, a woman in her late forties."Hi Gladys," Uncle Raymond greeted, and she responded with a slight bow."Hi Raymond, I am sorry for your loss. I apologize for not being able to attend," she expressed, lowering her head."It's okay. Gladys, this is Ethan, my cousin," he introduced, and she smiled warmly."Hannah talked about him some months ago," Gladys began, her voice tinged with reminiscence. "She said he's a very nice, decent man. She even mentioned how excited she was when he confronted you and questioned why you were preventing Kingsley from celebrating his birthday." She turned her attention to Ethan and greeted him with a warm smile, to which he politely responded."That's good to hear, but why don't we skip the formalities. I'm here now, so please tell me what r

As Ethan brought the car to a halt in front of the mansion, Gladys and he exited the vehicle. Gladys gazed up at the mansion before her, recalling her prior visit for Hannah's wedding. The transformation of the once-familiar building was striking; modern updates had completely altered its appearance since her last visit. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, like a never-ending stream, as she was flooded with memories of Hannah's overwhelming fear when she first decided to marry Raymond. The idea of uniting with a man she barely knew, who happened to be the son of the individual responsible for their family's suffering, weighed heavily on her heart."Pull yourself together, Aunt," Ethan's voice cut through her anguish as he took a step towards the entrance. With a deep breath, she wiped her tears away, refusing to let her emotions take control. Determinedly, she followed Ethan into the house, her mind still consumed by the tangled web of emotions swirling within her.Upon entering the livi