Mrs. Williams was taken aback, unable to comprehend the fact that her daughter had just yelled at her, attributing it to the influence of someone she deemed unworthy. "Are you siding against me simply because of that person? It's clear to both of us that he is a thief and someone who only seeks material gain," Mrs. Williams voiced her concerns, the tension becoming evident as the room atmosphere grew increasingly charged. The escalated emotions created an uncomfortable and awkward moment between them."Can we please put an end to this needless drama?" she yelled in frustration. Johnson, having witnessed the sudden turn of events, swiftly intervened by dispersing the onlookers and signaling the conclusion of the heated exchange. Slowly, everyone began to make their way out of the room. Johnson hurried over to join them, his concern evident in his actions. "What is going on with the two of you? Why are you still arguing about that person? I thought we had already discussed this and co
As Ethan walked through the house, another maid appeared, offering him a drink. "Thank you," Ethan said, taking the drink and taking a sip. "Is my grandfather here?" he asked."Yes, sir, he is in the study," the maid replied. "If you would like, I can show you the way."Ethan nodded, and the maid led him down a long corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. They reached a large wooden door, and the maid knocked gently. "Master, young master Ethan is here to see you," she said. "My name is Mary, and I'll be at your service during your stay. Please come in and make yourself at home."Ethan stepped inside, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the opulence of the house. The walls were covered in paintings and tapestries, and the floor was made of polished marble.There was a pause, and then a deep voice from within the study said, "Send him in." The maid opened the door and gestured for Ethan to enter. Ethan took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling his heart pounding in
"Move in with you," he said, his voice laced with amusement, a sudden sparkling in his eyes. His words held a hint of playfulness, as if he found the idea quite intriguing. "Yes, if you truly are interested in knowing about what killed your dad, you should be under my watch. I want to watch out for you while you do that," he continued, his tone becoming more serious and determined. There was a sense of protectiveness in his words, as if he would do whatever it took to keep you safe on your quest for answers."I don't think I will be able to do that," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty. He tried composing himself as tension hung in the air, his body language reflecting his inner struggle. "I know this might be difficult," he continued, his tone softening slightly, "but this will help us get to know each other better and find strength in one another." He spoke with a hint of genuine sincerity, hoping to appeal to the Ethan understanding. "I can't take decisions in haste, I ne
"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