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
With a commanding yet vulnerable presence, David issued his demand, hid words laced with authority. "Release from me from your grip now, or you will live to regret this." As he spoke, his tone carried a certain power, intertwined with a hint of vulnerability.Defiantly, he responded, discarding his shirt as their eyes locked in a fierce stare. "I don't think I am done with you all just because I signed those pieces of sh*t," he declared, his voice dripping with contempt. Refusing to be controlled, he made it clear that he wouldn't be dictated on how to handle his affairs."Then I will be forced to bring down your ego," he said with a firm determination in his voice. The words lingered in the air, filled with a hint of a powerful past. "I was not that weak back then."His eyes locked onto his, a sly smirk dancing across his lips, revealing a mischievous confidence. The threat was veiled behind a self-assured demeanor, as if he held all the cards in his hands."Leave this minute or you
"Mum," he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration and confusion, as he tried to process her words. His brow furrowed with a mix of emotions, uncertain of what was about to unfold."Thank God it's not what you want," he let out a relieved sigh, his tension easing slightly. However, his relief was short-lived, as her next words hung in the air. The weight of her statement hit him like a heavy blow, leaving him speechless for a moment."But I want that," she persisted, her voice filled with concern. "I want you to sign the divorce papers. Claire isn't good for you." The air in the room grew heavy with tension, his mother's words fueling an internal struggle within him.Despite the pain throbbing through his leg, he stood up angrily, defiance etched on his face. Determination burned in his eyes as he found the strength to speak his mind, unwilling to allow anyone to decide his fate for him."Mum," he asserted, his voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. The weight
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and disbelief. "Are you sure you are in your right state of mind?" Unable to process the gravity of her words, he searched her eyes for any sign of clarity, his brows furrowing in bewilderment. "I don't have an explanation to give," she replied calmly, her words hanging in the air like an unsettling mystery. Ethan, caught off guard by the unexpected response, felt a surge of astonishment and anger intertwine within him. His eyes narrowed, a mix of frustration and resentment seeping into his gaze."I don't think you are in your right state of mind," he stated, his words laced with genuine concern and a hint of disbelief. The weight of her revelation settled upon him, causing a furrow to appear in his brow. "You must have been forced to do this," he added, attempting to offer her an alternative explanation, refusing to believe that her actions were of her own volition. Ethan's voice remained calm and composed, a ref