"Hello," Ethan says, his voice filled with a hint of exhaustion and a touch of curiosity. "Young master, hope you're good?" Clinton's voice resonates through the phone, laced with a mix of concern and respect. Ethan responds with a nod, his movements unseen but implied. "Are you there?" Clinton questions, a flicker of uncertainty creeping into his words as he realizes their lack of visual connection. "Why did you call?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with a subtle trace of interest, wondering about the purpose of the unexpected conversation. "To ask when you're moving in," Clinton replies, his tone shifting slightly as he transitions from lingering curiosity to a more matter-of-fact tone, hinting at the practical nature of their discussion."What if I say I am not moving in with him?" Ethan asks, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance and skepticism. "You have to, young master. Your Grandfather has been preparing for your arrival," Clinton explains earnestly, his voice carrying
She stood there in shock, her mouth agape, unable to comprehend why her mother had just slapped her cheek. Her hand instinctively went to the stinging sensation, as she struggled to understand the reason behind such an act. Confusion and hurt mingled in her eyes as she questioned her mother. "Mum, why did you slap me?" Her voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and pain. The seriousness in her gaze conveyed just how deeply this unexpected action had affected her. With every ounce of sincerity, she demanded an explanation, longing to understand what she had done to warrant such treatment from someone she trusted."That's to reset your brain. Next time you won't run your mouth at me," her tone was menacing, dripping with a harsh intensity that only intensified the already tense atmosphere. Summoning up every ounce of strength, she pushed back against her mother's aggression. "I am not going to tolerate this, mother," she declared, her voice a controlled mix of frustration and sadness.
"Stop being toxic and start acting nicely toward people who value you," she asserted firmly, her tone carrying a sense of exasperation. It was clear that she had reached her limit and was no longer willing to tolerate his toxic behavior. She wanted to bring his attention to the importance of treating others with kindness and respect, especially those who genuinely cared for him."Cherishing people who really feel deeply about you is more worth it than buying the whole world for them," she continued, her voice holding a note of conviction. Her words revealed a profound belief in the significance of emotional connections and the value of genuine affection. It was evident that she believed material gestures paled in comparison to the depth of authentic relationships.With her point made, she pointedly turned to leave, her emotions evident in the forceful slam of the door behind her. The action carried a clear message of anger and frustration, reflecting her desire to remove herself from
She rushed to Ethan, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw him struggling, his hands gripping his head in sheer agony. Worry etched across her face, she knelt down beside him, her voice filled with genuine concern."Are you okay?" she asked, her words laced with compassion, her eyes searching his for any sign of relief."I am fine," he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible amidst the pain coursing through him.Confusion and concern mingled in her eyes as she looked at him, her concern growing with each passing moment. Her attention then shifted to the others, her expression incredulous."What are you all waiting for?" he snapped, his words dripping with frustration. "Did I bring you all here just to gawk at him? Do something! Help him!"His grip tightened around Claire, his fingers digging into her skin. She struggled against his hold, feeling the desperation in his touch."What is this, Johnson? Don't you dare touch him!" she shouted, her tone quivering with a mixture of
"And this case is the same; he molested your husband all because he wanted you. But I am taking action. I want to see him rot in jail." His words were filled with a resolute determination and a raw vulnerability. Each syllable carried the weight of his determination to seek justice for the unspeakable harm inflicted upon someone he deeply cared for. With frustration evident in her eyes and her voice quivering, she finally found the strength to speak up, albeit with a tone weakened by the emotional toll of the situation."Are you for real? Did you mean he bullied you all because of me?" she asked incredulously, her voice laced with disbelief."Can you stop this questioning? Moreover, my brother has moved on from you, why do you still care?" Clarissa's tone was firm and composed, her words interrupting the escalating tension in the room. "This is about Ethan, let's focus on his well-being."She went to sit in a dimly lit corner of the room, seeking peace amidst the chaos of her emotion
Chapter 41He struggled to rise from the bed, but his weakened body refused to cooperate. Suddenly, a fit of coughing jolted him, rousing her from her slumber. Bleary-eyed, she rubbed her eyes as her vision slowly came into focus. To her shock, she found him coughing uncontrollably. Deeply concerned, she stood up and rushed to his side, gently embracing him for support."Water," he managed to utter, his voice feeble and strained. Recognizing his urgent need, she swiftly grabbed the jug on the nightstand and poured some water into a cup, determined to alleviate his discomfort."Take," she instructs softly, extending the cup of water to his lips while taking a calm sip herself. As he slowly drinks, his coughing subsides, and a sense of tranquility washes over the room. Carefully, she places the cup aside and settles down on the edge of the bedside."I am sorry," she apologizes sincerely, her voice filled with regret."It's okay," he assures her gently, a genuine smile spreading across h
The State Police stationMrs. Williams strode confidently into the station, the sound of her footsteps reverberating through the hallway. Her mere presence commanded attention, exuding an intimidating aura. As she entered the reception area, her gaze locked onto the officers. The force of her stare alone was enough to send shivers down their spines. Her expression was formidable, a clear indication of her displeasure."Who dares arrest my future son-in-law?" she demanded, her voice laced with authority. The atmosphere in the room shifted, as her words hung in the air, daring anyone to challenge her.In response to Mrs. Williams' fiery questioning, one of the officers, her own kin, nervously attempted to explain the situation. His voice crackled with tension, revealing his own unease in the face of her anger. He pleaded with her to remain calm, a futile attempt to assuage her mounting frustration.Mrs. Williams fiercely contemplated unleashing her anger, her instinct guiding her to rai
Mrs. Williams, found herself grappling with an unfamiliar emotion, patience. This unexpected turn of events was simply unfathomable to her. Throughout her illustrious career, she had never encountered a situation that required such restraint. How could it be possible that she, with her unparalleled power and connections, was unable to swiftly address this matter?In the past, Mrs. Williams had effortlessly maneuvered through the murky waters of corruption, effortlessly manipulating the strings of justice with a mere press of a button. Money was never an obstacle, she possessed an abundance of it at her disposal. However, it was the sheer audacity and arrogance of this particular person that left her seething with anger. The mere thought of offering an apology to such a person was inconceivable to her.Rather than succumbing to the notion of apologizing, Mrs. Williams sought out alternatives to navigate this complex predicament. She was determined to find a solution that didn't requir