Chapter 275
What more could she want?"
Ethan: "What if she asked for a divorce—"
"Impossible. A woman gets used to being kept. Her wings atrophy. How could she fly?" He sneered.
"And if they haven't atrophied? If she really does fly away?"
Zachary was stunned.
This...
He'd never considered the possibility of his wife leaving.
Ethan stood up and clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't speak too absolutely, old friend."
Zachary: "?"
"It'll hurt when you're proven wrong."
With that, he walked to the golf cart. "Enjoy your game. I'm heading out."
"Hey?"
...
Leaving the course, Ethan initially meant to return to his Beverly Hills mansion.
But somehow, he found himself driving to the gates of MIT.
This time, he parked across the street.
He rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.
Through the haze of smoke, he looked at the school gates. They looked the same as they had six years ago.
He first saw Sophia Sullivan right here.
One glance was all it took.
He fell for her instantly.
He confessed his feelings here too.
Holding roses, he walked toward the girl he loved.
The moment he embraced her, he felt like he had the whole world.
When did it start to change?
After the company went public, he had more free time.
Drinks and card games lost their thrill. He began seeking greater excitement.
Looking back now, those other women seemed utterly bland.
If given another chance, he would just want to be with Sophia.
A clean, simple life.
But it was too late...
By the time he returned to the mansion, it was already dark.
Martha was still there. "You're back, young master."
Ethan grunted in acknowledgment and started upstairs, then paused.
"Martha." He turned.
Martha, who hadn't managed to slip away today: "!"
"...Yes, young master?"
Ethan: "Lend me your phone."
Martha carefully handed it over. "Young master, don't be angry. Anger hurts the body."
Mostly, her phone bore the brunt.
Ethan didn't respond, dialing Sophia's number.
"...Hello."
"I was too harsh at noon. Since I gave you the land, it's yours. I won't take it back."
Sophia frowned, unsure what he was playing at.
Ethan: "I'll sign. We can discuss the details tomorrow."
"...Okay."
"I'm calling from Martha's phone. It's inconvenient. Can you take me off your block list?"