"But do you think moving on with Johnson is the best? You could have chosen someone else," his voice asserted firmly, his concern for her future evident in his words."I don't want to be with anyone except you," she responded with a heartfelt conviction, her voice cracking slightly.With tears staining her eyes, she continued to divulge the difficult circumstances she found herself in. "She seized everything I have, froze my accounts, and vowed to release them only on the day I sign the divorce papers. I can't even go out on my own; I have to lie and say I'm coming here to play basketball before she allows me to leave," she explained, her voice quivering with a mixture of frustration and despair."How can you expect me to believe that?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with skepticism. "How can your boyfriend allow your mother to treat you like a stranger?" He struggled to digest the information, not yet ready to fully trust and accept all she had revealed."I know it's really difficult
His voice was laced with an undeniable air of grave seriousness, leaving no room for further negotiation. As he spoke, his expression grew even more serious, reflecting the weight of his words. "I believe we should bring this discussion to an end," he stated, his expression devoid of any emotion, yet palpably revealing unresolved anger. Her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you truly going to move on?" A sly smirk played across his face, his gaze turning stern."I don't want to have this discussion anymore," he conveyed with a firmness in his voice as he briskly walked out of the room. Once outside, he made his way to his car and just as he climbed in, his phone began to ring. It was his grandpa calling, prompting him to click the answer button without hesitation."Where are you, Ethan? It's almost time for the party. You need to get ready," his grandpa's voice filled with a touch of urgency."I will be there very soon," he replied, his voice composed, giving no indi
"You know how long I have been longing to have connections with this family," Mrs Williams whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of desperation and anger. She struggled to contain her anger, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure even as her frustration simmered beneath the surface."But I can't let this boy go freely," he replied, his voice rising in frustration, the temperature of his anger on the verge of boiling over. His resolve was unwavering, his stance defiant as he stood his ground."You have to," she urged, her tone filled with a hint of warning. There was no room for negotiation; her words held the weight of dire consequences. "You know what your father is going to do if he finds out you cause trouble here. Remember what happened the last time?" Her voice dipped lower, carrying a sense of foreboding.As her words sank in, he released his tightened fist, a visible display of his internal struggle. The fight within him momentarily subdued as the memory of past reper
"But it's quite unfortunate that my grandson don't wants to review hiself yet, I organized this party for you all to rejoice with me, he'll show hiself to the world when he is ready" A collective look of dismay clouded the faces of everyone in the room as they absorbed the revelation. As the disappointed expressions settled on each face, the party appeared to carry on, driven by the determination of the guests to salvage the evening. Laughter and conversation filled the air, mingling with the upbeat melodies of the music. The room buzzed with a renewed energy as people attempted to cast aside their letdown and embrace the celebration. Glasses clinked together, toasts were raised, and genuine enjoyment emanated from the crowd.Yet amidst the lively ambiance, a sense of discomfort crept into Claire's being. The merriment surrounding her seemed increasingly difficult to sustain. A weighty unease settled upon her, making it challenging to keep up with the buoyant atmosphere. Her smile b
Chapter 70A wry smirk played on Ethan's face as he watched her exit the stage, a subtle expression of amusement and perhaps even a touch of satisfaction. Clarissa leaned in close and whispered, her voice carrying a hint of accusation, "You finally found a way to achieve your aims. It's obvious you haven't gotten over her."Ethan's response was curt yet laced with an undeniable harshness. "Maybe I have, or maybe I haven't. That should be my business, not yours," he replied, asserting his right to privacy.As the dance finally came to an end, Adriana, trying to lift his spirits, took a step closer and complimented him. "Wow, you are a good dancer," she commended with genuine admiration. However, opportunity for further conversation was swiftly denied as Clarissa swiftly intervened, cutting off Adriana's chance to continue."Yes, he's a great dancer, and I guess he must be tired," she said, her tone laden with jealousy, unable to hide her feelings of resentment."I am not asking him to
Chapter 71"What's going on here?" Claire demanded, her voice filled with determination as she confronted him. He turned back to look at her, his surprise evident on his face. He had thought he had dismissed everyone, but here she was, back again. "What are you doing here, Claire?" he demanded, his concerns etched on his features. He couldn't fathom why she had returned, especially after their previous conversation. "I had to see you," she insisted, her eyes burning with a mix of worry and determination. "I know there's something wrong, and I can't just ignore it as if nothing has happened. Is someone trying to poison your mom?" Her demand caught him off guard, and despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly."Claire, can you please be straightforward and stop being so blunt?" he asked, his anger seeping into his tone. Frustration filled him as he questioned her motives for continuously returning, only to eventually leave again. But before he coul
"Yes, I am the grandson of this family," he revealed, his voice filled with a mix of pride and nostalgia. As he disclosed his identity, a smile danced upon his lips, giving away his amusement at the unexpected revelation."I don't understand what you are trying to say? Are you the person he was referring to?" she demanded, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of disbelief. Though caught off guard, she fought to regain her composure, attempting to mask her bewilderment. There was no denying that she had not anticipated any of this.With unwavering resolve, he met her gaze, his eyes flickering with a clear intention. His words were measured and deliberate as he began to unfold the intricate layers of his connection to the family, leaving her hanging in anticipation of what more he had to reveal."Yes, that's me. I don't want to be known for now, even if that goes against what he wanted," he replied, his voice betraying a vulnerability that spoke volumes about his internal struggle
The next day, Claire's phone suddenly started ringing, its shrill tone filling the room. Glancing at the screen, she saw her mom's name and number displayed boldly. Initially tempted to ignore the call, she hesitated and ultimately chose to answer. With a swift motion, she clicked on the answer button and brought the device to her ear. As the call connected, her mother's voice resonated through the phone, cutting through the surrounding sounds with a piercing clarity."Claire, where are you? Why haven't you been answering my calls?" Her mother demanded, her voice brimming with strict anger, her words dripping with venom. Claire let out a frustrated groan and finally spoke after a prolonged silence."Can you please calm down, Mom? It's not like I've gone missing. I just made a decision I thought was right.""What decision are you talking about? You know you were supposed to be with Johnson. What has gotten into you?" Her mother demanded, her tone simultaneously menacing and vulnerable.