Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 149

Ever since learning about Hunter's illness, Ines seemed calm but was nervous. Silas's voice echoed in her mind from time to time.

Ethan knew what was eating at her.

In reality, she was just a tough cookie with a marshmallow center. Apart from comforting words, he couldn't do much else for her. She was in the thick of it, having experienced the pain firsthand. She had to come to terms with it on her own, no matter how much others might try to help.

"Ethan, do you think I'm heartless?" Ines suddenly asked Ethan, her eyes somewhat blank.

If a stranger had a disease like this, she would not hesitate to help if she could. But when faced with someone she shared blood with, her feelings were complicated, and she couldn't be entirely at peace.

"Izzy, don't get your knickers in a twist. Just do what you want to do and follow your heart," Ethan said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"If I go, I'm bound to argue with him. I can't guarantee that I can speak calmly to him," Ines said, looking down in the dumps.

Ethan couldn't help but chuckle, ruffling her hair, "Now I know where you got that temper from. It's in your genes, just like his." When he visited Hunter, it was the same story. A few offhand remarks and the man was up in arms.

"What do you mean I'm like him?" Ines retorted.

Ethan didn't continue to debate with her, saying, "Go, Izzy, don't leave yourself with regrets. After all, he's your biological father. Try to control your temper and have a proper chat with him."

Ines twirled her fingers in her lengthy hair, looking torn, "I don't know what to say to him. You don't understand. He's a man who values face. He doesn't want others to know that he's sick."

"You're not 'others.' Just go and give it a shot."

Ines mulled it over all morning, psyching herself up. She headed to the Galeana Group at lunchtime, dropped her name, and walked straight into the chairman's office.

As she approached the office door, she heard Hunter's booming voice. The door was ajar, and she saw the mess on the floor, papers scattered everywhere, even a smashed teacup. The person bearing the brunt of Hunter's rage was Silas.

Hunter flicked his wrist, sending the ashtray on the table flying towards Silas, hitting him square on the forehead, blood flowing immediately.

Ines felt a chill run down her spine, not understanding how Silas could still stand.