"Hi Claire," Ethan said, his voice breaking, a mixture of nervousness and sincerity evident in his tone. Claire's eyes narrowed as she demanded. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" Her voice carried a strong undertone of anger, as she shot him a deadly glare. However, instead of answering immediately, Ethan ran his hand through his hair, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety. Adriana, sensing the tension in the room, glanced between Claire and Ethan, her bewilderment creeping onto her features. Trying to understand the situation, she couldn't help but ask. "What's going on here? Do you guys know each other before?" But before Ethan could respond, Claire quickly made her exit, leaving the room in silence, her intuition guiding her away."What's happening? Do you know her from anywhere?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. As he tilted his head slightly, Ethan nodded to confirm his connection with Claire. "She's my wife, or perhaps I should say my ex-wife, although we have
Chapter 15"Do you really have to be such a mean mother-in-law?" he managed to speak up, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of desperation. However, the words seemed to ignite a fiery response within Mrs. Williams, as if she were poised to deliver a slap to his face. Adriana, sensing the escalating tension, swiftly interjected, firmly grasping Mrs. Williams's hand, preventing any physical altercation from occurring. The room fell into an uneasy stillness as Mrs. Williams glared at him, her countenance a mix of resentment and anger. Her face turned void, her features momentarily devoid of emotion as she battled with her own feelings. "And who are you?" she demanded sharply, wrenching her hand free from Adriana's grasp. Her tone carried a challenging edge, eyes boring into him as if searching for an answer that would justify his audacity to question her actions."I am your worst nightmare, are you cool?" she replied with a sly smirk. Mrs. Williams's response came with a veno
Mrs. Williams was taken aback, unable to comprehend the fact that her daughter had just yelled at her, attributing it to the influence of someone she deemed unworthy. "Are you siding against me simply because of that person? It's clear to both of us that he is a thief and someone who only seeks material gain," Mrs. Williams voiced her concerns, the tension becoming evident as the room atmosphere grew increasingly charged. The escalated emotions created an uncomfortable and awkward moment between them."Can we please put an end to this needless drama?" she yelled in frustration. Johnson, having witnessed the sudden turn of events, swiftly intervened by dispersing the onlookers and signaling the conclusion of the heated exchange. Slowly, everyone began to make their way out of the room. Johnson hurried over to join them, his concern evident in his actions. "What is going on with the two of you? Why are you still arguing about that person? I thought we had already discussed this and co
As Ethan walked through the house, another maid appeared, offering him a drink. "Thank you," Ethan said, taking the drink and taking a sip. "Is my grandfather here?" he asked."Yes, sir, he is in the study," the maid replied. "If you would like, I can show you the way."Ethan nodded, and the maid led him down a long corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. They reached a large wooden door, and the maid knocked gently. "Master, young master Ethan is here to see you," she said. "My name is Mary, and I'll be at your service during your stay. Please come in and make yourself at home."Ethan stepped inside, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the opulence of the house. The walls were covered in paintings and tapestries, and the floor was made of polished marble.There was a pause, and then a deep voice from within the study said, "Send him in." The maid opened the door and gestured for Ethan to enter. Ethan took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling his heart pounding in
"Move in with you," he said, his voice laced with amusement, a sudden sparkling in his eyes. His words held a hint of playfulness, as if he found the idea quite intriguing. "Yes, if you truly are interested in knowing about what killed your dad, you should be under my watch. I want to watch out for you while you do that," he continued, his tone becoming more serious and determined. There was a sense of protectiveness in his words, as if he would do whatever it took to keep you safe on your quest for answers."I don't think I will be able to do that," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty. He tried composing himself as tension hung in the air, his body language reflecting his inner struggle. "I know this might be difficult," he continued, his tone softening slightly, "but this will help us get to know each other better and find strength in one another." He spoke with a hint of genuine sincerity, hoping to appeal to the Ethan understanding. "I can't take decisions in haste, I ne
"Well, it's actually time she should get freed and take responsibility for herself. She's been loyal all these years," Clinton explained, maintaining a calm and understanding demeanor. "The chairman isn't a selfish man, but most people misunderstand his good heart for wickedness. I hope you don't have such an impression of him." Ethan absorbed his grandfather's words, contemplating the complexities of the situation. However, before he could respond or delve deeper into the matter, Clinton dropped a bombshell of a question that left Ethan momentarily stunned. The neutral tone now replaced with surprise and uncertainty, Ethan replied."Enough of that. What are you going to do about Claire? Should we arrange a divorce?""How do you know about this?" Ethan Asked, his voice laden with surprise. But as the realization dawned upon him, he suddenly remembered Adriana's presence and involvement. "She must have told you about it, right?" he demanded, searching for confirmation. "Hmm," Clint
"Mr. Clinton, I need you to drive me home. My mother has demanded my immediate presence," he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He nodded briefly, acknowledging Mr. Clinton's understanding. "I suppose we will have to visit another time," he smiled politely, indicating that their plans would have to be postponed. They both made their way back to the car, knowing it would be a long ride as Mr. Clinton drove towards his compound. "Do you mind if I come with you?" he asked, his request carrying a hint of demand. Ethan couldn't help but smirk, finding the audacity of the question somewhat amusing."I see," he calmly responded, stepping out of the car. Without wasting any more time, he watched as he briskly made her way into the house, his determination evident. He followed suit, sprinting down the hallway, the sound of his shoes reverberating through the walls. As he reached the living room, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him. Mrs. Williams was causi
"You need to tell me how he found you. I ran away from that family so as to keep you safe, and I can't let them take you away. Those people will kill you. I promised you father to take good care of you." Tears shed her face."Mum," Ethan responded with empathy, his voice gentle yet determined, "I understand your fears and the sacrifices you've made to protect me. I appreciate everything you've done to keep me safe. But, it's important for me to know about my family, to understand my own history. This doesn't mean that I think you're not enough as my family. It's just that the truth remains that I am an Edward, whether near or far."His words were filled with a resolute determination, underscored by a hint of vulnerability. "I can't turn a blind eye to the truth,,he confessed. "Even though I am still far removed from the danger, as long as those responsible for my father's death are alive, my own life remains in jeopardy. That's why I've decided to confront this situation in a differ