Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. After a long pause, Ethan finally spoke. 

“I’m sorry we’re meeting like this.” 

They had already ordered a whole table of food before I arrived. As soon as Ethan spoke, I looked at the fancy dishes on the table. 

My stomach felt uneasy, though I wasn’t sure if it was from hunger or something else. I felt a burning discomfort and a queasy urge to throw up. 

1 forced a smile, but Ethan’s apology didn’t mean much to me. It felt like a pointless gesture–saying sorry while still causing trouble. I couldn’t understand why he even bothered to apologize. 

1 picked up the utensils and took a bite of the food. “Have you been looking into my background? 

Ethan stayed quiet, gripping his glass so tightly that his knucides turned white. I swallowed and turned to face him, my tone laced with sarcasm 

“Did you know Mr. Minogue is the date Jack set up for me?” 

Ethan’s face went serious, and he just stared at me, unable to respond. 

I turned back to the food, continuing to pick at the dishes in front of me. “Jack is using my grandmother to blackmail me into marrying Mr. Minogue, offering a 200 million dollar wedding gift to patch up Wiley Group’s financial troubles.” 

The food was so spicy it was making my throat hurt. I took a sip of the drink next to me. I couldn’t tell if it was water or wine. Then I asked, “Mr. Grayson, what did you offer Mr. Minogue? 

Ethan’s grip was so tight ar 

around the glass that his knuckles were site. His voice was rough when he said, “I don’t know, I’m sorry. I- 

“Just say it.” I cut Ethan of “What do you want to offer me to get me to drop the case against Leah? 

Ethan was quiet, looking guilty. The room felt heavy, and 1 wanted to leave. After a moment, I stood up, picked up my bag, and said, “Send a project to Wiley Group. It doesn’t have to be big, just something enough to cover the debt 

“When the project is delivered, I’ll tell my lawyer to drop the case.” Then, I walked out. 

As soon as I walked out of the restaurant, the cold wind hit me hard, making my stomach feel even worse. 

There were hardly any ears around, and I didn’t want to go back to school yet, so I just walked down the main road without a clear destination