Chapter 82"Let's keep this short," he exclaimed as he crossed his arms, a tingle of frustration in his voice. His eyes locked with theirs, conveying an unspoken plea for understanding. "I will appreciate if you don't approach me with any of these things in the future." With that, he turned on his heel and began walking away, his steps swift and purposeful.As he made his way through the bustling hallway, the clamor of voices and hushed whispers enveloped him. Yet, amidst the sea of sounds, a distinct commotion caught his attention. The source of the disturbance emanated from the direction of Uncle Raymond's room. Intrigued by the intensity of the argument, he found his feet gravitating towards the doorway.Initially, he hesitated, wrestling with a pang of guilt over his inclinations towards eavesdropping. Privacy was a virtue he held dear, but the allure of forbidden secrets tugged at his curiosity. With an internal struggle, he resolved to take just one step closer, determined to me

Chapter 84The room fell into a tense and heavy silence, hanging thick in the air like a dense fog. The only sound was the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, accentuating the gravity of the conversation taking place.Ethan's eyes met Kingsley, who had just voiced a question that seemed to hover in the room like a sharp blade. His question, loaded with accusation, pierced through the stillness. "Do you perhaps, presume my father to be your father's murderer?" Kingsley voice held a mix of anger, confusion, and pain.Caught off guard by the unexpected accusation, Ethan's response was apologetic and defensive. With a firm shake of his head, he dispelled any notion of such a sinister thought. "No, Kingsley. I never thought of that," he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "I was just confused, worried, trying to understand why your father chose to hate us like this. And," he added, taking a sip of his drink to steady his nerves, "why he's forcing you to bear the burde

Chapter 86"Then do that quick." Claire's voice trembled with urgency as she spoke, her eyes darting between Ethan's sinister grin and her phone. His grip tightened on his fists, his knuckles turning white as he relished the control he had over her. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Claire hastily made her way towards her phone, her footsteps betraying a mixture of fear and determination.She fumbled with the device, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts, searching for the elusive entry labeled "Johnson." As her heart pounded in her chest, Claire knew she had to act swiftly, finding solace in the thought of reaching out to someone who could potentially help.Her hand shook as she pressed the call button, the sound of the ringing filling the tense atmosphere. Aware of Ethan's proximity, Claire decided to put her phone on speaker, purposely setting the volume high so that he could clearly hear the forthcoming conversation.With each passing second, Claire's anxi

Chapter 88"Who the hell locked my son up?" his voice boomed through the room, his tone filled with demanding authority. An unwavering tension settled in the air, as everyone turned to face the furious man, awaiting an explanation.The lady in charge, trying to maintain composure, faced him squarely and asked, "Who's your son?" Her words slightly quivered, revealing a hint of curiosity mixed with unease.With a mixture of anger and frustration, he shot back, "Tell your boys to release my son, this very minute!" His words were laced with a sense of urgency, conveying the importance of the situation.Remaining calm, the assistant to the Chief stepped forward to address him, "Sir, we would never detain him without reason. Our actions are always based on specific instructions and evidence." Her voice quivered slightly, betraying a hint of deference to his authority.The atmosphere grew even more charged, as the man stared directly into the assistant's eyes, his disbelief and anger etched

Getting to his apartment, he met his mother at the door. He greeted her with a warm smile before intending to walk away, but she kindly gestured for him to come closer and take a seat. "What is it, mum?" he asked, directing his attention towards her as he settled down. His mother took a moment to study him, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress. "Are you okay?" she demanded, her tone revealing genuine concern. He responded with a brief nod, assuring her that all was well."Yeah, I am fine," he replied with a forced smile, although deep down he knew that his claim of being okay didn't quite match his true emotional state. Sensing his internal struggle, his mother glanced at him with a mix of skepticism and motherly intuition. "Don't think of lying to me," she urged, emphasizing their special bond as she leaned forward. "I am your mother and I know you very well. It's written all over your face that something is troubling you." Her words were laced with concern as she st