They all entered the room, finding themselves surrounded by an air of tension. Mrs. Williams took a deep breath before speaking, her voice filled with a mixture of anxiety and trepidation."Allow me to get straight to the point," she began, sensing the harshness in Ethan's voice. "Many years ago, we were trapped in poverty, and our marriage was strained. I was working as a maid for the Johnson family, and one day, Johnson's aunt returned from Europe, searching for love. In my desperation, I convinced my husband to pursue a relationship with her, knowing it would provide us with a way out of our dire circumstances. Despite his reluctance, I pushed him to obtain the necessary qualifications for the role, seeing it as our only chance to escape the trenches we were in."Mrs. Williams continued, her words punctuated by tears that welled up in her eyes, her heart heavy with the weight of her past actions. She described the circumstances at that time with a mix of guilt and regret evident in
"I will be there in a few minutes," he let out, his voice filled with urgency and determination. With the call concluded, he wasted no time as he swiftly stepped out of the house and made his way to the garage. With a sense of purpose, he got into his car and drove with speed towards the guy's house.As he reached his destination, he parked his car cautiously in the garage, taking care not to cause any damage. Stepping out, he approached the apartment building with a focused demeanor. Arriving at the door, he clicked on the doorbell, the sound resonating through the air. Within moments, the door swung open, revealing a young man with black, coily, yet groomed hair. His attire exuded professionalism, perfectly aligned with his role."You are welcome, Mr. Ethan," he welcomed him in a meek tone, a hint of humility in his voice as he graciously allowed him to gain full entrance into his villa.Ethan, appreciating the effort put into the exquisite designs, attempted to commend the hard wor
Ethan's curiosity grew more evident as he eagerly awaited her response. The burning question loomed in the air, "Tell me, where did you find it?"Her hesitation was brief, and she finally spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue and awe, "I happened to stumble upon it in grandpa Richard's room earlier today. It was quite unexpected, really. The ordinary hand gloves were meticulously framed, and I couldn't help but wonder why he would preserve such an everyday item in such a manner.""Just as i was about to satisfy my growing curiosity, Adriana's unexpected entrance interrupted the moment. It seemed she had arrived with some pressing information for Grandpa Richard, disrupting my conversation."Ethan furrowed his brow, his mind spinning with conflicting thoughts and suspicions. "If that truly belongs to my grandfather," he mused aloud, "how is it even possible that it could be the same hand glove used by the killer? Could it be that this murderer deliberately stole the glove to
"Since that’s what you want, I guess I will respect your decision," he said with a tinge of sadness and longing in his voice. The weight of his unspoken desires colored his words, hinting at the deep regret he carried within. The corners of his mouth curved into a bittersweet smile, concealing the lingering hope that maybe, just maybe, things would change.With a heavy heart, Ethan rose from his seat, his eyes lingering for a moment on the frail figure of his grandfather. "I should go now, grandpa," he uttered softly, his voice filled with a combination of affection and worry. "Take care of yourself," he added, punctuating his words with genuine concern.As he made his way towards the door, his steps intertwining with a sense of resignation, his grandfather's voice broke the silence. "Please kindly call Adriana for me on your way out," he requested, his voice holding a hint of urgency. Ethan nodded, understanding the importance of the simple task.As Ethan passed through the hallway,
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
"Dad," Kingsley pleaded, his voice quivering with frustration. "Please, stop saying all these things. We have everything we could possibly want. I'm not a child anymore, and I can see what's happening. It's clear that Grandpa Richard has been the one supporting Grandpa Tristan in his business ventures. He ensures that we all experience happiness and receive his love and unwavering support."Kingsley gaze dropped to the floor, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He couldn't fathom mustering the courage to ask his grandfather to name him as his successor. It felt incredibly selfish and greedy to even consider such a request. All he desired was a simple life, void of the turmoil that accompanies being an heir to a grand empire. The thought alone was unsettling."Why can't we just be content with what we have?" Kingsley voice thundered through the room, his anger fueled by his unyielding desire for peace. But before he could finish his sentence, a searing slap stung his cheek, prop
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 85He sat on the plush sofa, the weight of his troubles pressing heavily upon his shoulders. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white with the tension that coiled within him. With a heavy sigh, he attempted to gather his thoughts, to find the strength to share his devastating revelation with Claire.As if sensing his turmoil, her concern radiated from her face, etching lines of worry and disbelief. Her eyes bore into his, demanding answers, desperate to understand what had caused this sudden turn of events."What's going on?" Claire's voice held a mixture of urgency and anxiousness, her concern evident in every word.With a deep breath, he began to unravel the chaos that had come crashing into his life. "I have been bankrupt," he confessed, the words heavy on his lips. His voice trembled with a mix of frustration and disbelief as he spoke such a painful truth. The weight of his financial ruin felt nearly insurmountable, threatening to consume him ent