NovelEnglishChapter 419 He had made plenty of mistakes back then-no one could deny that.
But that was a decade ago.
Tdulls even the sharpest pain, or so people say. Besides, he'd spent ten years behind bars, paying off his debt to society in full.
Claire was so kind-hearted. Ethan believed that if he apologized sincerely, she'd find it in herself to forgive him. Clinging to that hopeful thought, Ethan returned home.
He barely slept a wink that night. His mind kept replaying memories of Claire, each moment of pain he'd caused her now a thorn lodged deep in his heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAgain and again, he told himself: Tomorrow, I'll do better. No matter what it takes, I'll make Claire forgive me. Claire was soft-hearted. Surely, after hearing he'd spent ten years in prison and seeing the state he was in now, she'd let the past go.
The next morning, Ethan got up early. He stood in front of the mirror, carefully straightening his suit and knotting his tie, even spritzing on a trace of cologne.
He wanted to look respectable-after all, this was the first the'd see Claire in ten years. He needed to make a good impression.
Taking a deep breath, he finally stepped out the door.
When he arrived at the Foster estate, a security guard stopped him at the gate. Ethan frowned, impatience edging into his voice. "Step aside." The guard didn't budge, only replied coolly, "Wait here." Ethan's face darkened, but remembering what Sean had told him, he held his tongue.
He couldn't risk making a scene-if he did, Sean might really keep him from seeing Claire. So he swallowed his frustration and waited at the door.
Minutes dragged by, his patience wearing thinner by the second, but he didn't dare leave.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity, Sean and Amara emerged from the villa.
Amara Veda pale pink dress, her picture of a well et hair pulled back in a neat ponytail et She looked sweet and innocent!!! the a girl.
Sean, as always, was dressed in a black suit, exuding an air of authority, a stern edge to his gaze.
When Ethan saw them, he hurried over, anxiety making his voice sharp. "Where are you going? Weren't you supposed to letsee Claire today?" Sean shot him a cool glance, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If you want to see Claire, get in the car." A flicker of hope lit inside Ethan. He quickly opened the door and slid into the back seat.
It was only then that he noticed the car was filled with flowers. Confused, he kept quiet, figuring maybe Claire liked flowers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, it was their first meeting in a decade. Maybe Claire had arranged for a lunch at a hotel, and they were headed there now.
That would be nice-sharing a meal, talking things over, maybe even reconnecting.
Ethan stayed silent for most of the car ride, watching the scenery roll by outside the window.
But gradually, unease crept in. The car wasn't heading toward the city but was instead driving out toward the countryside.
His nerves frayed, he finally asked, "Sean, where exactly are you taking me?" Sean offered no reply.
A cold weight settled in Ethan's chest. Something was wr was wrong and he knew it, though he couldn't quite admit it to himself. He clung tightly to the door handle, forcing himself to stay calm.
When the car finally turned into a cemetery, Ethan's heart plummeted. Clenching his fists, jaw tight with anger and dread, he snapped, "Sean, don't push your luck. I chere to see Claire-why the hell are you bringingto a cemetery?" The car stopped. Sean picked up the flowers and, with Amara by his side, stepped out into the quiet morning.
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