Two days later, Kingsley found himself standing in the bustling police station, accompanied by his lawyer. The air was tense with anticipation as they sought to speak with the detective in charge of his case. However, much to their disappointment, they were advised to save their words for the courtroom.As they stepped out of the lawyer's office, disappointment etched itself onto Kingsley's face. Frustration crept through his veins, fueling his desire for justice. It was then that he noticed a familiar face entering the station. It was Ethan, the person who had caused him so much pain and suffering.Without a second thought, Kingsley's determination propelled him forward, his every step carrying the weight of his anger. He instinctively began to charge towards Ethan, ready to confront him head-on. But just as he was about to reach him, his lawyer's firm hand grasped his arm, restraining him in his tracks.The lawyer's voice seeped through the fiery wrath in Kingsley's mind, urging him
"So what am I going to do when I get to the house?" Ethan voice carried a sense of urgency and determination. "How will I figure out the culprit?" He demanded, causing a moment of silence to hang in the air. Richardleaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. In the dimly lit room, the tension between them was palpable. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice steady and firm, "That will be on you. To uncover the truth, you will have to put a close look on everyone. Pretend and tag along well with everyone. This might help you get closer to finding the answers you seek."Ethan nodded, absorbing his uncle advice. Unyielding in his resolve, Ethan persisted, unable to shake his concerns about Richard well-being. "And what will happen to you? Are you going to continue being locked up in here? I need to put forward your release.""You don't have to, in fact, forward the case to court instead," he stated against the idea, his voice laced with hesitation. There was a flicker of unc
Ethan stood in the hallway, the echoes of their heated conversation still reverberating in his ears. He could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he tried to steady his racing heart. The weight of the situation weighed heavily on his shoulders, threatening to consume him."Can you calm down so we could talk amicably?" Ethan pleaded, his voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and apprehension. He knew this was a critical moment, their last chance to resolve matters before it escalated further. He searched for a flicker of understanding in the other's eyes, hoping to diffuse the rising hostility.Moreover, the sudden change of heart caught him off guard. A tumult of emotions swirled within him, confusion merging with disbelief. How did everything deteriorate so rapidly? The realization hit him like a tidal wave, crashing against the walls he had meticulously built to shield himself from such predicaments."The case would
"I understand your frustration, Kingsley," she began, choosing her words carefully. "But I must express my own excitement over the cancellation of the marriage proposal. You see, I have found someone I deeply love, someone who brings me genuine happiness. As much as I empathize with your current state of mind, we both know that Ethan isn't a bad guy. Perhaps, we should reserve judgment until after the court case. Who knows what revelations may come to light."Despite her sincere efforts to persuade him, Kingsley remained unconvinced, his mind stubbornly clinging to its own narrative. Kingsley's voice brimmed with accusation as he pressed Vanessa for an answer. His eyes searched for any sign of support, but she shook her head subtly, silently negating his assumption."I am not with him," she replied softly, her voice tinged with weariness. "I am simply trying to find a way for us to live our lives in peace. Our father's silence towards all of us, including our own mother, is not her f
As they stepped inside his luxurious villa, surrounded by opulence and elegance, Claire couldn't help but voice her concern. Her voice tinged with urgency, she asked, "Don't you think it's necessary to tell Kingsley about this?"Her words hung in the air, filled with an underlying sense of responsibility and caution. She felt that it was imperative to involve Kingsley, perhaps for safety or strategic reasons. However, Ethan response was resolute, almost dismissive in nature. He turned towards her, his eyes filled with determination, and replied with a firmness that left no room for negotiation. "I was considering it, but I've decided against it. I confided in you because I believe you're with me in this, and I can trust you. I won't even utter a word to my own mother. The gravity of this situation is too immense; it could endanger countless lives. Kingsley may despise me for the time being, but once he realizes the truth, he'll come to understand and appreciate my actions."His words
"What the hell did you just call me?" she demanded, her anger evident in her voice. The disbelief and offense were evident as she confronted Johnson for addressing her with such familiarity."Chill, I missed you, and I couldn't help but call you. Let's catch up later," he responded nonchalantly from the other end, unaware or dismissive of the impact of his words. Her sarcastic chuckle only served to emphasize her disdain for his lack of understanding."I think you haven't learned your lessons, can you just let me be?" she stated firmly, frustration etching itself onto her face. The weariness in her eyes reflected the repeated encounters and exasperation she felt, hoping that he would finally respect her boundaries."I am sorry for what happened, and you can believe that I have changed," he said, his voice attempting to convey sincerity. However, a sly smirk played upon his face, hinting at an ulterior motive. "I love you so much that I am willing to do everything I can to have you," h
The long-awaited day for the court proceedings had finally arrived, casting a solemn atmosphere throughout the courtroom. As Ethan's eyes scanned the room, he saw his entire family gathered, their anxious expressions betraying the weight of the situation. The murmurs of anticipation and nervous whispers echoed through the walls.Spotting his grandfather engrossed in conversation with a lawyer, Ethan approached with cautious steps, attempting to quell the tension that hung in the air. His voice laced with hope, he greeted his grandpa with a warm smile, hoping to provide a brief respite from the mounting pressure."Hi, grandpa," Ethan said softly. His grandfather cast a stern gaze upon him, his features tense and determined. In a firm, yet somewhat disbelieving tone, he questioned Ethan's preparedness for the forthcoming trial. The weight of his words hung heavily in the space between them. "You ready to lose?" his grandfather demanded, animosity creeping into his voice. Unbeknownst t
As the courtroom fell into silence, the commanding voice of the judge resonated throughout, demanding respect and attention. All eyes turned towards the entrance, where Mr. Raymond, the accused, was being led into the room. His gaze swept across the gathered faces, searching for familiar support amidst the sea of onlookers.A sigh of relief escaped Mr. Raymond's lips as he spotted his family's unwavering presence, including the reassuring gaze of Chloe. The sight of their support offered a glimmer of hope amidst the daunting atmosphere. However, his eyes eventually locked onto Ethan, who met his gaze with a subtle signal, assuring him of his control over the situation.Mr. Raymond was then guided towards the defendant's box, a place where his fate would ultimately be decided. The two prosecutors in charge of the case took their positions, ready to present their arguments and evidence in the pursuit of justice. The weight of the pending trial hung heavily in the air, each person in the