As the loud crash echoed through the air, Kate turned to Joan and Steve, her brows furrowed with concern. "Shouldn't we follow him?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.Joan glanced at Kate with a smirk, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Don't bother," she replied casually, her tone dripping with arrogance. "He can handle himself."Kate's eyes widened in disbelief. "But he could be in danger," she protested, her voice tinged with frustration. "We should at least go and check on him."Joan looked at Kate as if she were looking at a naive child. "Do you really think he needs us to protect him?" she sneered. "Can't you see it for yourself? Ethan has become more alert, more capable after waking up from passing out."Kate pondered Joan's words, her mind racing. She had noticed the change in Ethan's demeanor, the way he had regained his strength and focus after his momentary lapse. She couldn't deny that he seemed different, but her concern for his well-being still lingered.With a sneer
As they reacted to the mansion, Kate and Dan hurriedly helped Brian into one of the guest rooms, laying him down gently. Brian's complexion was pale, and his breathing was shallow from the days events, causing concern to ripple through the group. Dan immediately got to work, trying to assess Brian's condition and provide any necessary aid.“Will he be okay” Kate asked. “He will. He is just tired “ Dan replied with an assuring look. Meanwhile, Ethan didn't linger in the room for long. He walked out, his steps purposeful, heading towards the kitchen in search of some coffee. The days work from the recent events still coursed through his mind , and he needed something to help him regain his focus.A member of the staff, recognizing Ethan's need, quickly brought him a steaming cup of coffee. Ethan nodded in gratitude and took a long sip, relishing the warmth that spread through his body. As he sat at a nearby table, Steve approached him, taking a seat across from him.Steve's expression
Ethan observed Steve's infectious excitement, his curiosity piqued. "Steve, what's got you so thrilled?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement. "You're acting like a child who just received a candy."Steve couldn't contain his enthusiasm, a grin spreading across his face. "Ethan, I have an incredible revelation for you," he exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement any longer. "You've just been bestowed with the same gift as your mother."Ethan looked at Steve, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, the same gift as my mother?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.Steve's eyes sparkled with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. "Ethan, your mother had a unique ability," he began, his voice steady. "She had the power of foresight. She could see things before they happened, like a premonition."Ethan's eyes widened in astonishment. "My mother?" he whispered, his mind racing with memories of her. "But... I never knew. You never mentioned anything like that."Steve le
Ethan arrived at Arthur's mansion and stood outside, staring at the grandeur of the place he once called home. Memories of his time as a son-in-law flooded his mind, but there was no nostalgia or longing in his gaze. Instead, a smirk played at the corner of his lips as he observed the imposing structure before him. He knew he looked different now, and this was just the beginning of his game.As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, Ethan noticed the butler, staring at him with his mouth wide open in surprise. Ethan's transformation was evident, and the sudden change in his demeanor had caught the butler off guard. Without saying a word, Ethan locked eyes with the butler, holding his gaze for a moment before turning his attention elsewhere. He knew that his appearance would send shockwaves through the mansion, and he relished in the reaction it caused.As Ethan approached the entrance, Amelia, Daphne's mother, appeared at the door, a forced smile on her face. She had always been polite
Peter, with a smile, couldn't help but be intrigued by Ethan's cryptic words. "What do you mean by that, Ethan? What game are you referring to?" he asked, genuinely curious.Ethan leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "Since it seems we all enjoy playing games, I thought it would be fitting for us to engage in one as well. A game where the stakes are high, and the rules are unique," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation.The family of three exchanged puzzled glances, their curiosity piqued. Amelia couldn't help but voice her confusion. "What kind of game are you proposing, Ethan? And what are these stakes you speak of?"Ethan's smirk widened, relishing in the growing intrigue. "Don't worry, Amelia. It will be a very 'friendly' game, I assure you. But first, let's establish if you're up for the challenge. Can you handle it?"Daphne, unable to contain her excitement, eagerly chimed in, "What do you want us to do, Ethan? What are the rules of this game?"Et
Daphne, overwhelmed by the situation, couldn't contain her frustration any longer. She jumped up from her chair, shedding off all pretense, and shouted at her father, "What do you think you're doing, Dad? This is insane!"Peter, unfazed by her outburst, turned to Daphne and replied calmly, "Daphne, stay out of this. This is something I believe I should do. It's a chance for us to confront the consequences of our actions and find a way to mend what's been broken."Amelia shook her head in denial, her voice filled with disbelief and anger. "Peter, you're making a big mistake! Do you realize what this means? What will happen to me and my daily shopping? How will I survive without all the luxuries we're accustomed to?"Peter met Amelia's gaze, his eyes filled with determination. "Amelia, can't you go without spending money on unnecessary things for just two weeks? This is about more than material possessions. We need to confront our flaws and learn to appreciate what truly matters."Ameli
Peter, his anger still smoldering, stormed out of the room and made his way to his study, slamming the door behind him. Left alone with her mother, Daphne couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and disappointment. She watched as Amelia's wails filled the room, her voice filled with anguish and despair.Amelia's cries grew louder, as if she was being tormented by some unseen force. "This is all Ethan's plan! He's doing this to get revenge on your father," she sobbed, her words punctuated by sobs. "He wants to see us suffer, to take away everything we have worked for."Daphne rolled her eyes at her mother's words. She had grown tired of Amelia's constant blame-shifting and refusal to take responsibility for her own actions. It seemed like Amelia was always looking for someone else to blame for her problems."Mom, this has nothing to do with Ethan," Daphne said, her voice laced with disgust. "You're always quick to point fingers at others instead of looking at yourself. Maybe it
Ethan left the Arthur's house, his mind filled with a renewed determination to make the partnership work. He felt refreshed, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. He entered his car and drove away, his focus on the road ahead.As Ethan drove, his thoughts drifted to the Arthur family. He knew they were a formidable force, unwilling to give up their power and control easily. He couldn't help but admire their tenacity, even as he planned his next move. He was aware that gaining their trust and loyalty would not be an easy task.“It won't take long for them to give in,” he said with a smirk.Memories about how he lived his life at the Arthurs were refreshing themselves in his memory. The hate and resentment he has been trying very hard to forget all came crashing back into his head. He could forget the time he was humiliated by Daphne and her mother at hospital and how he was tricked into giving his blood to his ungrateful ex-mother-in-law. “I will get back every drop of blood y