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I know you, Evie… and I know when you're lying. This has everything to do with Ethan and little to do with Sophie.
After I left the motel that night, I hailed a cab back to the mansion, distorted.
I headed straight for my room, ignoring the thought of going to check on Ethan. My knees gave way the moment I reached my bed. I was exhausted… drained.
The following morning, the mess in the kitchen from the fight had already been cleaned up.
Virginia had cleaned it, and she asked questions.
“What happened here?”
I was surprised that she or Joseph didn't hear anything. Somewhere between the fight, I'd half expected them to come rushing in.
“It was a little misunderstanding,” I had replied. “You didn't hear?”
She shook her head. “There are soundproof systems in place in this mansion. The doors, among many other systems, are soundproof.”
That explained it…
Inhaling a deep breath, I dragged my mind back to important issues.
I knew it was family first before anything else but I couldn’t bring myself to leave Sophie.
You have no right to mention her name. She would be so ashamed of you.
Digging my nails into my palm, I tried to halt the memories of that night.
I failed.
His look of disappointment knifed through my mind. I could never forget it. I could never forget my twenty-second birthday.
Every day I called Dad; every morning I hoped. But in the end, I was met with disappointment.
Dad never answered my calls.
I rose in the morning with sadness, and I returned to bed in tears.
Taking a flight to Minnesota wasn’t a step I could take now.
It hurt to admit, but Dad needed space. He needed space from me.
It took great strength to function under the atmosphere of melancholy, but I did.
Because Dad didn’t raise a loser.
I didn’t know how long I stayed, wrapped in my feelings, but I regained focus just in time to see that Mr. Charles’ arrival was near.
I picked up the iPad, holding the sleek figure in my palm as I walked out.
My feet carried me fast out of my office and down the elevator.
My waiting time was short because Mr. Charles arrived shortly after I got there.
“Good morning, sir.” I nodded at the young man.
Tousled golden brown hair, blue eyes, and handsome, he seemed to be the same age as Ethan.
“I’ll lead you to the conference room now.”
