Chương 4
But there were no simple words left.
The sound of the front door breaking interrupted them.
The lock gave way.
Someone had forced their way inside.
Margaret’s face went pale.
“He’s here.”
Ethan carried the child into the small storage room and left the door slightly open.
He refused to completely close them away.
Then he stepped back into the kitchen.
Heavy footsteps moved through the hallway.
Slow.
Confident.
Like the person walking inside already believed they owned the house.
A man appeared in the doorway.
He looked to be in his fifties.
His gray coat was clean.
His expression was calm.
That calmness frightened Ethan more than anger would have.
Victor Hale looked around the room.
Then his eyes settled on Margaret.
“You made this much harder than it needed to be.”
Margaret stood straight.
“You should leave.”
Victor almost smiled.
“You always did have a talent for pretending you were stronger than you are.”
Ethan stepped forward.
“Who are you?”
Victor looked at him.
For a moment, surprise crossed his face.
Then recognition followed.
“You must be Ethan.”
The way he said the name made Ethan’s skin crawl.
“You know me?”
“I know your family.”
Victor walked farther into the room.
“You have your father’s eyes.”
Ethan’s expression hardened.
“My father has nothing to do with this.”
Victor ignored him.
His attention moved around the room.
“He was always the stubborn one.”
Margaret’s voice became sharp.
“Do not talk about him.”
Victor looked back at her.
“Still protecting everyone except yourself.”
Ethan noticed something.
Victor was not searching randomly.
He knew the house.
He knew where to look.
He knew exactly who lived there.
“You have been here before,” Ethan said.
Victor looked at him.
“Yes.”
The answer was too easy.
“When?”
Victor smiled slightly.
“Before you knew there was anything to find.”
Ethan felt anger rising.
“What do you want?”
Victor’s expression changed.
The calm disappeared for the first time.
“I want what Daniel took.”
The room became silent.
Margaret gripped the edge of the counter.
“You will never get it.”
Victor looked at her.
“Where is the box?”
Ethan froze.
His hand tightened around the wooden box hidden behind him.
Victor noticed.
And his eyes immediately moved toward him.
The smallest reaction revealed everything.
“There it is.”
Ethan stepped backward.
Victor moved forward.
But Margaret suddenly stood between them.
“No.”
Victor stopped.
“You really think you can stop this?”
Margaret’s voice shook.
“I stopped you once.”
Victor’s expression darkened.
“No.”
He looked around the room.
“You delayed me.”
Ethan looked between them.
“What is in this box?”
Neither answered.
Victor stared at Margaret.
“You never told him.”
Margaret said nothing.
“You let him believe Daniel abandoned him.”
Ethan’s breathing changed.
Victor continued.
“You let him hate his brother without knowing why Daniel made the choices he made.”
“Enough,” Margaret said.
But Ethan stepped forward.
“No.”
He looked at Victor.
“Tell me.”
Margaret looked at him.
“Ethan.”
“No more secrets.”
His voice was firm.
“I deserve the truth.”
Victor studied him for a moment.
Then he smiled sadly.
“Your brother was trying to expose me.”
Ethan felt his heartbeat increase.
“What does that mean?”
Victor looked toward the hidden hallway.
Toward the place where the child was waiting.
“Daniel found out what I had been doing.”
Margaret closed her eyes.
“He tried to protect that child.”
Victor nodded.
“For once in his life, Daniel chose the right thing.”
Ethan was confused.
“You knew him.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Victor’s face became unreadable.
“Because Daniel worked for me.”
The words hit harder than Ethan expected.
Margaret looked down.
She had known.
Another secret.
Another piece of the truth hidden away.
Ethan turned toward her.
“You knew?”
She could barely speak.
“Yes.”
The disappointment in his eyes hurt her more than anger.
Victor watched them silently.
Enjoying the damage between them.
But Ethan noticed something.
Victor was talking too much.
A person with nothing to fear would not explain himself.
A person who was desperate would.
Ethan held the wooden box tighter.
“You need this box.”
Victor’s eyes moved to it.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
For the first time, Victor hesitated.
Only for a second.
But Ethan saw it.
Because the box contained something Victor was afraid of.
And suddenly Ethan understood.
The secret inside that box was not just about Daniel.
It was about Victor.
And it was the only thing keeping him safe.
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Because the box contained something Victor was afraid of.
Ethan held it firmly against his chest, watching the man who had entered his home without permission.
For the first time since Victor arrived, Ethan saw uncertainty in his eyes.
It was small.
Almost invisible.
But it was there.
And that small moment gave Ethan something he had not felt all day.
Control.
Victor took another step forward.
“Hand it over.”
Ethan did not move.
“No.”
The single word surprised everyone in the room.
Margaret looked at him.
Victor studied him carefully.
“You do not understand what you are holding.”
Ethan tightened his grip.
“Then explain it.”
Victor’s jaw tightened.
“You are making a mistake.”
“No,” Ethan said.
“I think my family has been making mistakes for years.”
The words struck Margaret harder than he intended.
She looked down, accepting the truth behind them.
Victor glanced toward her.
“You should have told him long ago.”
Margaret’s expression hardened.
“You are the last person who gets to talk about honesty.”
Victor gave a quiet laugh.
“Still pretending you are innocent.”
Ethan looked between them.
Every sentence revealed another piece of a story that had been hidden from him.
But he refused to let them control the truth anymore.
He slowly placed the box on the table.
Victor’s eyes followed the movement.
That reaction confirmed everything.
Whatever was inside mattered.
Ethan reached for the small metal latch.
Before he opened it, Victor moved quickly.
Margaret stepped forward.
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“Ethan, wait.”
He looked at her.
