Chapter 19: Where is Ethan?

Susan's POV

Exactly what you heard, ma'am.

I believe you haven't lost your hearing ability.

Your husband isn't here. He left without saying a word. This is the last time I am going to say this to you.

And if you don't leave now, you might replace him in the cell," cop Aleeyah threatened me.

She didn't even consider my mental health.

After observing her rudeness towards me lately, I was starting to ask myself if I've offended her in the past without knowing.

“Leave this place? You must be a clown because that certainly sounds funny to me.

That's never happening. You don't expect me to leave without my husband, do you? It's all your fault.

Why did you let him leave like that without dropping a message for me?” I argued with the loudest voice.

I was prepared to cause a scene in the station without minding if it would lead to my arrest.

It was the same attitude that made Maria have Ethan locked up in the cell for 48 hrs.

And I am not willing to let the snake calamity befall me.

“I see you're very obstinate, just like your ex-convict of a husband.

But guess what? All of that is ending now.

It's time I showed you the stuff I'm made of,” the female cop said to me.

Just when I thought she was kidding, she reached out for her landline and called on a superior to get me arrested.

Upon hearing that, my nostrils stood up.

My senses returned to normal, and I knew I needed to make a move.

I wasn't alone.

Paul and I seemed to be thinking in the same direction.

I was surprised when he patted me on the shoulder, signaling our exit. “It's time to leave now while we still can.

We are never going to win over these people.”

That was the only time he made a move since we got to the station.

I was starting to think that he was secretly working against me.

The moment he saw that I wasn't ready to comply anymore, he dragged me outside like a criminal.

It was at that point I realized that another cop was heading in our direction.

I never saw that coming.

If it weren't for Paul's attentiveness, I could have been caught and thrown inside the cell.

“That was close.

So close to being arrested. That cop is worse than a witch.

She's got zero conscience towards humanity,” I panted heavily as he got back to the car.

It was worse than a near-death experience.

It felt like my heart was about to get ripped off my body.

“So what do we do now? We certainly can't return to Maria.

We promised not to show up at her house anymore.

I intend to hold on to that.” Paul asked. He seemed to be running out of ideas.

The fact that Ethan's phone is in my custody worsened it.

It also reduced our chances of reaching out to him to find out about his destination.

“I've got an idea.

This will work. It just popped into my head.” Paul snapped his hands for a solution.

The one we've been yearning for all along.

I felt relieved despite not hearing from him first. The fact that he's got a solution was the assistance I needed.

His recent ideas have been helpful. He's come through for us in clutch moments.

He suggested that we approach Maria with a different strategy.

Despite my doubt, it turned out to be my best decision ever.

“How about we call his father? Perhaps he might know a thing or two about his son's whereabouts,” Paul proposed.

This time, he got it all wrong.

It was the dumbest thing I've heard in a while.

To even imagine that it came from a brilliant champ like Paul.

To say I'm disappointed at him would be an understatement

I shook my head disdainfully and rested on the steering wheel for a matter of seconds.

Then I lifted it up.

Without saying a word, I proceed to start the car.

Unfortunately, Paul stopped me just as I was about to drive us out. “You can't possibly leave like that.

Didn't you hear what I said? I thought you were going to say something about it,”

“That's the shit I'm referring to. I guess my actions were the response you needed,” I lost my cool.

“Did you actually say that, or was it your clone? Did you even listen to yourself at all?

Should I remind you that Ethan hasn't spoken to his father in years?” I refreshed Paul's memory with a shout and made him speechless.

“I never knew.

He barely speaks about his Father,. Paul stuttered.

It took him plenty of time to put the words together.

I forced myself to laugh after I heard him say that.

Paul keeps putting up some surprising performance in the last couple of minutes.

“Are you truly his cousin? Because if you were, you'd understand things like this,” I mocked Paul.

I took back my words when I recalled that Paul had been out of the country for nearly a decade.

He returned to the States on Ethan's order.

I doubt if Ethan's father is even aware of his son's name arrest.

Even if he was, he would never be concerned

He's rich and influential.

He could have ordered Ethan's release immediately.

His affluence in the society is enough to make him do that.

Unfortunately, his horrible past with his family was the reason I didn't go to him

If there's an award ceremony for a deadbeat Dad, Ethan's Father will surely be crowned the undisputed champion

He got separated from Ethan's mother for a much younger lady.

As though that weren't enough, he distanced himself from Ethan as though Ethan weren't his biological son

Little wonder Ethan never talks about his father.

The hate towards his father has become stronger than the Rock of Gibraltar.

The man might be still alive and kicking, but to Ethan, he's dead and non-existent