"Well, it's actually time she should get freed and take responsibility for herself. She's been loyal all these years," Clinton explained, maintaining a calm and understanding demeanor. "The chairman isn't a selfish man, but most people misunderstand his good heart for wickedness. I hope you don't have such an impression of him." Ethan absorbed his grandfather's words, contemplating the complexities of the situation. However, before he could respond or delve deeper into the matter, Clinton dropped a bombshell of a question that left Ethan momentarily stunned. The neutral tone now replaced with surprise and uncertainty, Ethan replied."Enough of that. What are you going to do about Claire? Should we arrange a divorce?""How do you know about this?" Ethan Asked, his voice laden with surprise. But as the realization dawned upon him, he suddenly remembered Adriana's presence and involvement. "She must have told you about it, right?" he demanded, searching for confirmation. "Hmm," Clint
"Mr. Clinton, I need you to drive me home. My mother has demanded my immediate presence," he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He nodded briefly, acknowledging Mr. Clinton's understanding. "I suppose we will have to visit another time," he smiled politely, indicating that their plans would have to be postponed. They both made their way back to the car, knowing it would be a long ride as Mr. Clinton drove towards his compound. "Do you mind if I come with you?" he asked, his request carrying a hint of demand. Ethan couldn't help but smirk, finding the audacity of the question somewhat amusing."I see," he calmly responded, stepping out of the car. Without wasting any more time, he watched as he briskly made her way into the house, his determination evident. He followed suit, sprinting down the hallway, the sound of his shoes reverberating through the walls. As he reached the living room, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him. Mrs. Williams was causi
"You need to tell me how he found you. I ran away from that family so as to keep you safe, and I can't let them take you away. Those people will kill you. I promised you father to take good care of you." Tears shed her face."Mum," Ethan responded with empathy, his voice gentle yet determined, "I understand your fears and the sacrifices you've made to protect me. I appreciate everything you've done to keep me safe. But, it's important for me to know about my family, to understand my own history. This doesn't mean that I think you're not enough as my family. It's just that the truth remains that I am an Edward, whether near or far."His words were filled with a resolute determination, underscored by a hint of vulnerability. "I can't turn a blind eye to the truth,,he confessed. "Even though I am still far removed from the danger, as long as those responsible for my father's death are alive, my own life remains in jeopardy. That's why I've decided to confront this situation in a differ
"I am sorry. I like it here. I will remain here while you go there," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. She reached out, taking his hand gently, a quiet reassurance in her touch as she offered him a warm and comforting smile. "I can't allow you to stay here all alone, so you're going with me," he replied calmly, his tone unwavering as he made his decision. "Ethan", Chloe questioned, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "Are you sure it'll be fine if I go there with you?" As she spoke, Ethan nodded quickly and moved closer to her, his proximity offering a sense of comfort. "Yeah," Ethan reassured her, his voice filled with determination. "I need to keep you safe there." Taking a deep breath, Chloe weighed her options and considered the situation. "Alright," she finally responded, her tone resigned. "I'll go with you. There's nothing I am doing here after all.""Really?" Ethan asked with a smile, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and delight. "Yes,
"I am excited you still want to see me, at least it makes me feel better that you aren't angry at me again, even though you knew I approached you on purpose," she said, her fingers hovering momentarily over the screen of her phone. With a decisive click, she pressed the send button and let the device slip from her grasp, returning her attention to the present. As she did, she couldn't help but notice the sharp increase in Grandpa Richard's interest. Even though he had been engrossed in his files, his sudden engagement in the conversation was hard to miss. The corners of his lips curled subtly, signaling a mix of curiosity and intrigue. "You look so excited, it's something I was supposed to know," he remarked, his tone carrying a hint of mystery behind the veneer of casual conversation."Well, it's personal, grandpa. I should take my leave," she responded, standing up from her chair and taking a step towards the doorway of the study room. As she made her way through the hallway, her
The next day, Ethan found himself immersed in his work at the company when his phone suddenly began buzzing incessantly, indicating the arrival of numerous messages. Curiosity piqued, he paused his work momentarily to retrieve his phone and check the source of this sudden influx of notifications. To his surprise, he discovered that all the messages were from Clarissa, the girl he had encountered at the necklace store the day before. However, instead of diving into the messages, Ethan made a conscious choice to push them aside, as he wanted to remain focused on the momentous task at hand. Determined to complete the work before him, he devoted his attention to the demanding challenge, pushing any distractions to the back of his mind. Just as Ethan was delving deeper into his responsibilities, the ringing of his table phone interrupted his concentration. Without hesitation, he swiftly answered the call, eager to address any pressing matters that required his immediate attention."Hell
"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