Chapter 125 Maybe The Kitchen Could Help

• Ethan sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his frustration boiling over as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it in anger. The tension from the argument with Brandon still lingered in the air, and he could feel the sting of Brandon’s harsh words echoing in his mind. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner, but inside Ethan, a storm was raging.
• His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. A text from Lornado, asking for an audience with him, flashed on the screen. Ethan sighed, lacking the energy to leave the room but knowing he couldn’t ignore his duties. He texted back, instructing Lornado to come to the bedroom instead.
• When Lornado entered, Ethan straightened up, pushing his emotions aside to maintain his usual composed demeanor. But even as he tried to mask his turmoil, a part of him couldn’t let go of the thoughts tormenting him.