Chapter 152 The Loophole

• It was so cruel how the world moved on without you. No pause for your absence, no regard for the empty space you left behind. Life marched on relentlessly, indifferent to the loss that consumed you. Ethan had learned that harsh lesson too well in the past three months.
• Three months of pain. Three months of searching. Three months of alcohol—every glass draining just a little more of his already hollow soul. It never dulled the hurt, but at least it kept him numb enough to function. The news of Becky, Tracey, Alexander, and so many others dying in the bomb blast shattered something deep inside him.
• Becky's death cut deepest. Though he'd never openly acknowledged it, she'd been more than just an employee. Her bright laughter and playful jabs had chipped away at his defenses, earning her a special place in his hardened heart. Her unwavering competence, loyalty, and compassion had made her an invaluable asset, but it was her kindness that had truly resonated with him.