"I won't stand here and allow you to paint me as the bad person," he calmly asserted, his tone laced with firmness. "Each and every one of you played a part in the events that led us to this point. Before you pass judgment, have any of you taken the time to ask your friend what truly happened?"With a mix of frustration and hurt etched on his face, he continued to defend his actions. "Was I a fool to offer her a place to stay when she needed it most, only for her to decline and move on with that Johnson guy, even after he and his thugs assaulted me?" His voice thundered with a blend of anger and exasperation. "Why am I even explaining myself to you people?"Just as the tension threatened to escalate further, Clarissa walked into the room, sensing the urgency to diffuse the situation and prevent further conflict from brewing. With a calm and composed demeanor, she silently hoped that her presence would help restore a sense of peace and open the doors to a constructive word."Baby, take
CHis frustration gnawing in the depths of his soul, he couldn't bring himself to confide in Clarissa about the turmoil brewing within him. The weight of his worries seemed too heavy to burden her with, and he pretended that it was nothing she needed to know. But deep down, he longed for her understanding and support."I guess I need to be somewhere," he finally let out, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.Clarissa's brow furrowed with concern as she tried to decipher the source of his distress. Sensing his reticence, she made a decision to let him have his space, albeit reluctantly. "Guess we have to part ways here," she said, a tinge of sadness coloring her words. "I'll go home by taxi. We can catch up tonight then. You can just give me the directions to the venue."He nodded in agreement, grateful for her willingness to wait until later. As much as he wanted to tell her everything, his inner turmoil rendered him unable to share his burdens. With a heavy heart, he watched h
"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