Two weeks passed with a little calm, but as they say, there is always calm before the storm. Ethan had regained his footing in a way. Confronting and threatening Sofia had earned him a place at her father's mansion.
Ethan woke up like every other day; his eyes were groggy, but his mind was sharp and ready for the day's activities. On the dining table sat Sofia, her father, and little Sothan, who was eating fast so as not to be late for school. Seeing his father walk down instantly, his bubbly smile faded and his cutlery dropped.
"Bye, Mom," he whispered. Before she could say another word, he was out the door, with his nanny barely following to catch up.
"Good morning," Ethan greeted, pulling out a seat for himself. Mr. Anderson did not have anything to hide. The disgust on his face was evident.
