"That role, if chosen, would likely be passed on to my cousin brother. My sole focus is to uncover the truth behind my father's murder." With deliberate intent, his words carried a touch of self-absorption, highlighting his disregard for the family's wealth and prospects.She looked at him incredulously, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Can you hear yourself?" she asked, her voice full of astonishment. "It's your grandfather's wealth we're talking about here. He has worked tirelessly to build everything from scraps, and now you want to let it pass on to your cousin brother? That just doesn't make sense." He met her gaze firmly, his expression determined. "I understand your disappointment, but it's not about what you want. It's about what I want," he replied calmly. "I have my own dreams, my own ambitions. I want to build something meaningful from scratch, to carve my own path. Grandfather has already given me enough support and opportunities. I need to prove myself on my own terms."
Chapter 26"What do you want us to talk about, Claire?," he demanded, his tone firm and unwavering. The weight of his words hung in the air, laden with frustration and a sense of finality. Despite Claire's desperate pleas, Ethan stood resolute, his reluctance to see her evident in his demeanor. "I don't want to see you. I have had enough of you already," he declared, his emotions tightly interwoven with his words. The pain etched across his face revealed the depth of his inner turmoil, as he yearned for solace and solitude."Please, for the sake of love that we shared," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation and longing. The words floated in the silence that followed, hanging in the air like a fragile thread. He pondered whether the love they once had still lingered between them or if it had transformed into mere sympathy. "Are you there?" Her demand shattered the stillness, drawing him back to the present moment. "Yeah, where should I meet you?" he questioned, his words be
His mind involuntarily drifted towards his memories and Claire together, as if pulled by an invisible force. The floodgates of reminiscence opened wide, and he found himself immersed in a sea of cherished moments. Each memory laced with laughter, joy, and a hint of tender vulnerability. He could almost hear the echoes of their laughter reverberating through the air, carried by the gentle breeze that kissed the surface of the creek. The images came alive in his mind, their first visit to this spot, hand in hand, exploring the wonders of nature; the shared smiles and stolen glances that spoke volumes when words failed them. But alongside the blissful nostalgia, he couldn't ignore the bittersweet tinge that colored the present situation. This spot, once a sanctuary of their love, had now become the setting for a crucial conversation that could alter their future. The memories wove themselves into every fiber of his being, reminding him of what they once had, and what they still hop
As his words registered, she pulled away, her face growing paler. In her heart, she knew that the cracks in their relationship had grown too deep to ignore, but she still held out hope that their love could be salvaged. She took a deep breath and met his eyes with a pleading gaze. "Please, we can make this work. We can fix this, I know we can."But the doubt on his face said it all. She could see the walls he had built around his heart, barricading himself from the pain of their broken marriage.A pang of hopelessness struck her as she saw the determination in his eyes, the decision already made. "I can't," he said quietly, a hint of sadness in his voice. "I need to think about what's best for both of us, not just what I want." She could see the years of hurt and disappointment that had led to this moment, all the unsaid words and unhealed wounds finally pushing him to make a choice that would change their lives forever.Her heart sank, her mind racing with thoughts of what this would
Her face fell, disappointment etching itself into her features. The weight of worry settled upon her heart, as she couldn't help but wonder why her mother continually engaged in thoughtless actions, seemingly unaware of the potential repercussions that her own daughter might bear due to her elusive character. "I am sorry, I will talk to her," she said, her expression genuinely remorseful. The lines on her face revealed the inner conflict she felt, torn between loyalty to her mother and her own desire for a more considerate approach."It will be better if you do that, because I won't tolerate such rubbish in the future. She shouldn't go beyond her limit by meddling in my affairs," he stated firmly, his tone carrying a vulnerable yet assertive warmth. "I have tolerated her craziness while in your house, but now I want to take responsibility. So she better back off," he added, a sly grin forming on his face as he delivered his warning. The mixed emotions in his voice gave a glimpse of
He couldn't help but question whether his actions would be misinterpreted, fearing the potential consequences if she were to fall ill due to the harsh weather conditions. Despite his underlying annoyance, he continued to shield her from the elements. The protective gesture conveyed his ultimately selfless desire to keep her safe and healthy, even at the risk of facing unfavorable opinions. In that multifaceted moment, a clash of emotions resonated beneath his words, reflecting the complexity of their relationship and the sacrifices he was willing to make for her well-being."You will get cold," she stated, her brows furrowed in genuine concern. Her face betrayed a mosaic of emotions, reflecting her apprehension for his well-being. She couldn't help but express her worries, wanting to ensure his comfort and safety. A teasing smile danced upon his lips as he responded."I am a man, what type of husband am I if I can't take care of you?" His playful remark carried a hint of affectionate
She was taken aback by his unexpected resentment at this particular situation. She had never witnessed him exhibit such aggression before, and it surprised her. Confused and genuinely concerned, she addressed him by saying. "What are you talking about, Ethan? You know I would never want to do something like that to you. I was merely expressing my genuine concern for your well-being." She tried her best to explain her intentions, hoping he would understand.His words reverberated through the room, his tone echoing loudly, overflowing with a mix of raw sentiment and boiling anger. Every word dripped with disbelief and frustration as he shattered their connection with his merciless words. "I don't believe a single word you say," he uttered, his voice charged with bitterness. "I'm done with this. I'm getting out of here." Each word carried the weight of his decision, his resolve to sever ties evident in his resolute tone. The lingering venom in his voice pierced the air, leaving no do
"Come to my house," he said abruptly, his voice betraying a hint of urgency. "That's all I ask of you." With a quiet click, he swiftly ended the call, revealing his reluctance to engage in any superfluous emotional conversation with her.He reached for the untouched bottle of beer, popping the cap effortlessly as a satisfying hiss escaped. Tilting his head back, he eagerly pressed the cold glass against his lips, relishing the refreshing taste as it cascaded down his throat. Just as he was preparing to indulge in yet another bottle, his phone pierced the air with an intrusive ring. Reflexively, he retrieved the device from the table, his hand instinctively guiding it to his ear. Without pausing to check the caller ID, he awaited the voice on the other end, its identity shrouded in uncertainty."I am right in front of your door," Clarissa pointed out, her voice ringing with a sense of urgency. A wave of astonishment washed over him, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. Unable to