Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 

I stood with my back to Ethan, unable to see his expression, but I could feel it when I spoke those words, the hand gripping my wrist trembled, and the atmosphere in the stairwell suddenly grew heavy, filled with a quiet sadness that seemed to radiate from him, slowly enveloping the space around us. At that moment, despite having no feelings lett for him, I still telt a pang of 

I pressed my lips together and remained silent. Just as I was about to pull my wrist free, Ethan spoke again. His voice sounded even more sorrowful this time inged with defeat 

“I’m sorry “The and him say 

scotted Those words meant nothing to me now, 

Then he said, “Don’t take any risks you’ll get what you’re after 

with that, he let go of my hand and walked away. Instinctively, I tumed to ask him what he meant by that, but it was clear Ethan had no intention of explaining 

I could only watch his broad back disappear down the hallway, heading toward the elevator. What was I even expecting! 

As I watched him walk away, I laughed bitterly to myself. Did I think he was going to get Leal’s medical records for me? How foolish of me 

the emotions swirling inside me. I headed downstairs 

Suppressing the 

By the time I got there. Lyla had been anxiously waiting. As soon as she saw me, she rushed over, grabbing my arm and giving me a quick once–over. Only after 

I was okay did she finally relax 

Then the asked. “Did you find the person you were looking for? 

shookmyb 

“He isn’t here today.” 

Lula bestrated, clearly wanting to say more 

spoken question, I cut in “Let’s head back for now. We’ll deal with Leah later.” 

I front and 

Her shoulders sagged in disappointment. But as if wanted that her mood would affect me, she quickly pulled herself together, patting on a determined tro ing to cheer ep Doo’t worry, babe, Karma is real. Leah won’t get away with this.” 

Illed but didn’t respond. 

In this world, more often than not, it was the good who met bad ends, while the wicked got off scot–free. 

The lawyer had something come up, so he couldn’t give us a ride back. We had no choice but to flag down a cab on the street. Atter giving the driver the address, we serience for the entire ride. 

we arved back at Zen Apement, Lyla mmediately polled out her phone and made a call. 

As she wrated for the line to connect, she tumed to me and said, “Don’t worry. I’m calling my cousin right now. He works in the government–he’ll know what to