"You need to tell me how he found you. I ran away from that family so as to keep you safe, and I can't let them take you away. Those people will kill you. I promised you father to take good care of you." Tears shed her face."Mum," Ethan responded with empathy, his voice gentle yet determined, "I understand your fears and the sacrifices you've made to protect me. I appreciate everything you've done to keep me safe. But, it's important for me to know about my family, to understand my own history. This doesn't mean that I think you're not enough as my family. It's just that the truth remains that I am an Edward, whether near or far."His words were filled with a resolute determination, underscored by a hint of vulnerability. "I can't turn a blind eye to the truth,,he confessed. "Even though I am still far removed from the danger, as long as those responsible for my father's death are alive, my own life remains in jeopardy. That's why I've decided to confront this situation in a differ

"I am excited you still want to see me, at least it makes me feel better that you aren't angry at me again, even though you knew I approached you on purpose," she said, her fingers hovering momentarily over the screen of her phone. With a decisive click, she pressed the send button and let the device slip from her grasp, returning her attention to the present. As she did, she couldn't help but notice the sharp increase in Grandpa Richard's interest. Even though he had been engrossed in his files, his sudden engagement in the conversation was hard to miss. The corners of his lips curled subtly, signaling a mix of curiosity and intrigue. "You look so excited, it's something I was supposed to know," he remarked, his tone carrying a hint of mystery behind the veneer of casual conversation."Well, it's personal, grandpa. I should take my leave," she responded, standing up from her chair and taking a step towards the doorway of the study room. As she made her way through the hallway, her

"That role, if chosen, would likely be passed on to my cousin brother. My sole focus is to uncover the truth behind my father's murder." With deliberate intent, his words carried a touch of self-absorption, highlighting his disregard for the family's wealth and prospects.She looked at him incredulously, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Can you hear yourself?" she asked, her voice full of astonishment. "It's your grandfather's wealth we're talking about here. He has worked tirelessly to build everything from scraps, and now you want to let it pass on to your cousin brother? That just doesn't make sense." He met her gaze firmly, his expression determined. "I understand your disappointment, but it's not about what you want. It's about what I want," he replied calmly. "I have my own dreams, my own ambitions. I want to build something meaningful from scratch, to carve my own path. Grandfather has already given me enough support and opportunities. I need to prove myself on my own terms."

His mind involuntarily drifted towards his memories and Claire together, as if pulled by an invisible force. The floodgates of reminiscence opened wide, and he found himself immersed in a sea of cherished moments. Each memory laced with laughter, joy, and a hint of tender vulnerability. He could almost hear the echoes of their laughter reverberating through the air, carried by the gentle breeze that kissed the surface of the creek. The images came alive in his mind, their first visit to this spot, hand in hand, exploring the wonders of nature; the shared smiles and stolen glances that spoke volumes when words failed them. But alongside the blissful nostalgia, he couldn't ignore the bittersweet tinge that colored the present situation. This spot, once a sanctuary of their love, had now become the setting for a crucial conversation that could alter their future. The memories wove themselves into every fiber of his being, reminding him of what they once had, and what they still hop

Her face fell, disappointment etching itself into her features. The weight of worry settled upon her heart, as she couldn't help but wonder why her mother continually engaged in thoughtless actions, seemingly unaware of the potential repercussions that her own daughter might bear due to her elusive character. "I am sorry, I will talk to her," she said, her expression genuinely remorseful. The lines on her face revealed the inner conflict she felt, torn between loyalty to her mother and her own desire for a more considerate approach."It will be better if you do that, because I won't tolerate such rubbish in the future. She shouldn't go beyond her limit by meddling in my affairs," he stated firmly, his tone carrying a vulnerable yet assertive warmth. "I have tolerated her craziness while in your house, but now I want to take responsibility. So she better back off," he added, a sly grin forming on his face as he delivered his warning. The mixed emotions in his voice gave a glimpse of