Chapter 307
Author: T.K
last update2024-10-17 21:40:00

As Ethan folded the letter and placed it on the side table, the room grew silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

The warning from Denera was not something they could afford to take lightly, and the urgency of the moment pulsed between him and Sandra.

Ethan’s mind raced with the implications, but he knew one thing for certain—he couldn’t ignore it.

“I’ll call a House meeting tonight,” he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of his decision. “We need to gather everyone, figure out how to deal with this before it spirals out of control.”

Sandra, sitting beside him, nodded thoughtfully. “That’s the best move.” She hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, “But Ethan… I need to return to the Walton mansion. I can’t stay here when my House is at risk.”

Ethan’s eyes snapped to hers, a wave of concern washing over him. “No, absolutely not,” he replied, his tone resolute.

“I can’t protect you if you go back there. The issue with Jackson is still unresolved, and it’s too dang
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