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Old Master Richardson was sitting in his hospital room, holding an iPad in his hands. There was a lack of emotion on his face, making it difficult for anyone to read his thoughts. Butler John sat on a stool beside him, massaging his legs. Despite how old he was, he was still loyal and protective of the old Master. That's why he never hesitated to sell Ethan out even if it would cost him his life.Grace, his formal secretary stood before the old man and confirmed the accuracy of the information the old man had received.The old man inquired if Grace had met any members of Claire's foster family to verify the details. "Did you meet with her parents? What did they say? Were they cooperative?" He asked without raising his head from the iPad. "Yes, I did, Sir. It was rather with the father." Grace assured him. "I had personally met with her foster father, who had agreed to cooperate after receiving some financial incentive. I also made sure to instruct him to keep the information confide
Chase burst into Ethan's room, his face contorted in fury. If it had been anyone else, Chase would have pummeled them to death. Cursing inwardly at the unfortunate recipient of his rage, Chase berated Ethan for the crap he was pulling."You went too far!" he yelled upon entering the room, not even bothering to see where Ethan was seated before launching into a tirade of insults.But Ethan sat calmly in front of his computer, seemingly unfazed by Chase's outburst. It was as if nothing Chase said mattered to him."Aren't you even listening, dude?" Chase seethed, before continuing, "Look out the window, it's going to rain any minute now. And yet, you pushed that innocent girl away. What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?" Chase's fury was palpable as he unleashed it upon Ethan's indifferent attitude.Ethan slowly turned his head to gaze out the window, the sky dark and the wind howling furiously. It was almost 8:00 pm, and the storm was imminent.It wasn't that Ethan didn't care. In fact,
Frustration gripped Claire as she exited Ethan's house, reeling from hurt and anger. She couldn't fathom what she had said or done to provoke his sudden wrath. She had thought her actions were right, yet Ethan's anger proved otherwise.Was she truly a burden in the lives of those around her?Lost in her thoughts, Claire aimlessly wandered her mind and heart in turmoil. Memories of her biological parents abandoning her and the Wilsons constantly bullying her flooded her mind.With no destination in mind, Claire continued to walk until reality hit her. Where would she spend the night now?As if answering her question with a cruel twist of fate, the skies opened up and the rain began to pour. People around her scattered, seeking shelter with their loved ones. Parents holding their children's hands or carrying them as they ran to their cars.Claire stood in the rain, alone and forgotten. By the time she snapped out of her daze, the street was deserted, leaving her in the middle of a downpo
Claire remained rooted in place, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her mind raced, attempting to make sense of the situation. Who was this Angel? And why was someone looking for her?Thoughts and emotions coursed through Claire's body, causing violent shocks that seemed to pull her out of the dimension she was in. She turned to where the mysterious boy had been hiding, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face. But he was nowhere to be seen. In the blink of an eye, Claire was back in the reality of lying on the side of the road.As she opened her eyes, Claire noticed the murky water surrounding her, but she paid no attention. Her mind was consumed with trying to make sense of what had just happened.Where was she? If she's still lying in the rain on the roadside, where was that thick forest she saw? Was that a vision or a dream?And then it hit her like a bolt of lightning making her gasped in disbelief. "W-was that my memory?" She whispered, fear creeping into her heart.But that can't b
"Then what are you waiting for? Take her to the hospital! Do you want her to die?" Old Madam Wilson exclaimed, shocking everyone present.Was she genuinely concerned for Claire's well-being? No, that couldn't be. Their conversation earlier in the day flashed through their minds.Indeed, the old woman was cunning. She still harbored the desire to use Claire to gain favor with the Richardson family.Kelvin felt disgusted by his grandmother's behavior, but he remained silent. For now, his focus should be solely on Claire. He would have to confront his grandmother later on.After a while, Claire started coughing, drawing everyone's attention back to her."Little one, how are you feeling?" Kelvin asked with genuine concern. "Mom, Claire's awake!" He called for his mother, who rushed out of the kitchen with a hot bowl of soup in her hands."Oh, my child! How are you feeling? What happened to you?" Mrs. Wilson bombarded Claire with questions, her tear-stained face revealing her worry.Claire
"E- Ethan!" She called out weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions – anger, relief, grief, and more."Let's go home. Jessica and Jeffrey are waiting for you. Chase is also there. He will take care of you, alright?" Ethan said softly, comforting Claire with his words. He felt so remorseful looking at her pale face.However, Claire reluctantly extricated herself from his grasp. She was still seething with anger towards him."I have no desire to go to your house! You banished me, did you not? What if I accompany you and you disown me once more for any trivial misstep? Will I become your plaything then? To be discarded whenever you see fit, only to be retrieved when it suits your fancy? No, thank you!" Claire retorted and attempted to walk away.Despite her state, she still didn't want to be a burdens for others. If leaving everyone will bring peace not only to herself but also to the people around her, then so be it. No one really wanted her any
The air inside Ethan's car was thick with tension as he sped down the road, his foot heavy on the accelerator. His urgency to get home stemmed from his desire to have Chase examine Claire, who was in a bad state. Beats of sweat formed on her forehead, and her face looked pale. The rain had subsided, leaving behind a gentle drizzle, but Claire still shivered despite the car heater's warmth. Her face had lost its color, and her sleep was fitful, punctuated by murmurs of Ethan's name. Ethan's voice, laced with concern, broke the silence. "Claire, are you okay?" He asked, his usual detachment replaced by a mix of emotions. Claire's response was a faint whisper, "Cold... It's so cold..." Ethan didn't hesitate, pulling over on the left side of the road and rushing to her side to unbuckle her seatbelt. He then gently lifted her into his lap, where she instinctively wrapped her arms around him, seeking warmth and comfort from his body. As Claire's body relaxed against his, Ethan f
As Ethan basked in a pleasant dream, he was abruptly jolted awake by the distressed cries of someone nearby. He sat up in bed, scanning the room for an intruder, only to realize that the hand grasping his was visibly trembling. He soon noticed Claire thrashing about, caught in the grip of what seemed like a nightmare. Ethan immediately tried to rouse her, calling out her name repeatedly, but she remained entranced. Tears streamed down her face as beads of sweat trickled from her forehead. Ethan attempted to shake off her absorption, to no avail. So, he gently lifted her onto his lap, cradling her in a tight embrace, hoping that it would soothe her. As Claire's body relaxed against the warmth of his chest, her agitation gradually subsided like the work of a magician, making her body went limb on his lap. Ethan softly whispered reassurances, trying to calm her down. He stroked her hair, his fingers weaving through her locks in a soothing motion that helped calm her nerves