Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 508

Ethan walked over to the door as he spoke. When he reached the door, he didn't hesitate to open it.

Julia and Vivian stood just outside, looking conceited and contemptuous as usual.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" asked Ethan with a stiff smile.

"What now? Am I not welcome to see my own grandson?" Julia scoffed, her gaze falling on Zach in my arms.

I instinctively tightened my embrace of Zach and stared at Julia and Vivian warily.

"You've always looked down upon us," said Ethan, dubious. "Since when have you been so concerned about your grandson all of a sudden?"

"The boy is a Grayson. Of course, I'm concerned," Julia stated matter-of-factly. "I'm his grandmother. Am I not allowed to just carry him?"

As she spoke, she reached for Zachary. Seeing this, I quickly stepped away from her so that Zachary was out of her reach. "No way. Zach's still so young."

"Why, you're quite impudent!" Julia spat, staring daggers at me. "How dare you behave like this before me! Believe it or not, I can take your son from you right away!"

"Mom, stop messing around!" Ethan roared, his tone firm as he stepped forward to stand between me and Julia. "Zach's my son. Have you asked me for permission before trying to take him away?"

"Asking you for permission?" Julia scoffed. "My words mean business in the Grayson family. Why should I get your permission when he's my grandson?"

Julia held her head high and added, "Ethan, don't you forget that you wouldn't have come this far if I hadn't given birth to you."

"You're my mother, so of course, I respect you," said Ethan, helpless. "But Zach's still so young. Evelyn and I can't bear leaving him."

"Leave? Who said I'm asking you two to leave him?" Julia's laughter was cold. "I simply wanted to take him home and raise him there. You two couldn't even stop being lovey-dovey outside just now."

"No way!" I snapped. I just couldn't take it anymore. "Zach's my son. I won't let anyone take him away from me!"

She left right after that, and the living room was thrown into dreaded silence.

I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. At this point, my tears just couldn't stop falling.

Ethan sat slumped over the couch with his head in his hands. After a moment of silence, he lifted his gaze, and I could see that his eyes were bloodshot.

"Evelyn, I'm sorry," he croaked, his voice hoarse. "I failed to protect you and Zach."

Hastily, I wiped my tears dry and forced a smile to comfort him despite how horrible I felt. "It's not your fault. I dragged you down."

"I could take Zach with me and leave," I suggested. "You can head back to the Grayson residence. You shouldn't be at odds with your family because of me—"

"No!" Ethan snapped before I was done speaking. He raised his head abruptly, revealing his dangerously dark gaze.