Thirty-seven

He leaned his head against the window. They have already gone on their way, and the silence has taken over. Only the sound of the engine and Ethan's sobs can be heard inside the car. There's no limousine—just an ordinary car.

He wiped his tears, but he still kept sobbing. What he felt was like choosing himself and throwing his family, and that made him heartbroken. It's the moment where he's hurt the most. He wiped his snot and looked at the butler through the mirror. "Don't you dare look at me with pity."

The butler, Yohan, brought his gaze back to the road. He's already driving for hours, and now they're heading into the city.

"Have you ever loved someone, Yohan?" Ethan asked as he completely dried his face up. "Come on, and you can talk. It's only you and me, and you are my butler."

"I am your father's butler."

Ethan scoffed. "He sent you with me so you can look after me. To put it that way, you are my butler now. I don't care if you repor