All Chapters of Seducing My Ex's Brother : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

EMILY'S POV "What did you feed her, huh! What did you give my daughter, Emily!" Denise barked, her voice echoing through the elegant restaurant like thunder on a clear day. I flinched at the intensity of her voice. Her eyes were wide, wild with fear and fury. Florida lay limp in her arms, her tiny chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her lips slightly pale. My heart raced as the room seemed to spin. Everyone at the table had stood up, their eyes now on us, on me. Shock painted their faces, but I didn’t have the time or strength to meet their gazes. I could only stare at Florida, and then at Denise, whose face was now soaked with sweat and panic. "I-I-I gave her some garlic and shrimps—" I stammered, trying to explain, but Denise cut me off immediately. "Do you want to kill my daughter?!" she screamed, her voice sharp and filled with pain. "She's fucking allergic to shrimps and garlic, and yet you fed her!" Her voice cracked under the weight of her rage. My lips parted,

DENISE'S POV His expression didn’t change. Not even a flinch. He just stared at me with that same still, unreadable face. As if I had said nothing. As if my words didn’t carry any weight. As if threatening to press charges against the woman who nearly harmed our child didn’t matter at all. For a second, I felt like I was talking to a wall. A cold, unmoved wall. Maybe, in his eyes, this didn’t concern him the way it did me. Maybe the pain I felt didn’t reach him anymore. Maybe I was standing here, shouting for someone who had already emotionally checked out of everything we once shared. Finally, after what felt like minutes of silence that clawed at my nerves, he spoke. “And why do you want to sue her?” he asked calmly. His tone wasn’t laced with concern, anger, or even confusion. Just a simple, dull question like he was asking what time it was. I blinked, the calmness in his voice only fueling the storm inside me. “Why?” I echoed, scoffing. “I have every right to sue her, Ethan!

EMILY’S POV I quickly put the phone on speaker mode, my fingers slightly trembling, and then grabbed the remote from the table. I turned on the TV, my heart already starting to beat faster with confusion and fear. I switched it to the news channel, unsure of what exactly I was looking for but hoping it wasn’t anything too serious. But then, it hit me. The headline splashed boldly across the screen stopped me in my tracks: “BULLYING SCANDAL: I’M STILL TRAUMATIZED TEN YEARS LATER.” I froze. My eyes widened. My breath caught in my throat. “What... what is happening?” I whispered aloud to no one in particular, my voice shaking as panic crept into my chest. “What’s going on with this bullying news?” I didn’t understand why Olivia and Mara had told me to check the news. It made no sense. Until Olivia’s voice came through the speaker loud and clear: “You’re being dragged online as a bully.” And just like that, my heart dropped. My hand instinctively shot toward the screen of my pho

EMILY’S POV “Ethan, what do you mean? What do you mean by why am I so good?” I asked, narrowing my eyes slightly, trying to understand the meaning behind his words. He didn’t reply right away. Instead, he gave me a soft smile that reached his eyes, something rare for him. Then, slowly and gently, he pulled me into a warm hug. His arms wrapped around me firmly, but not in a forceful way. His palm moved in slow circles over my back, and I felt the steady rise and fall of his chest as he exhaled softly. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The pain, the doubt, the noise outside, all of it disappeared in the stillness of his embrace. I let myself relax in his arms, soaking in the quiet warmth he was giving me. I didn’t realize how much I had missed being held like this. It wasn’t just physical comfort, it was emotional. It was like he was trying to protect me from the world, even if it was just for a few seconds. We didn’t talk further about what he meant. I didn’t push it either. We

EMILY'S POV"Ralf, are you sure you know what you're saying?" I asked, my voice barely holding itself together.I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted him to say he was mistaken. That it was just someone who looked like her. That maybe, just maybe, my friend wasn’t capable of something so vile. But Ralf didn’t flinch. He nodded, slowly but surely, his eyes locked on mine with unwavering certainty."That was the lady that came here,” he said firmly. “She’s the root of this problem. I would say she’s the one who made Abbie Grace and Bailey Moore bring this case back up after all these years. I happened to overhear part of her conversation when she was leaving. She was talking on the phone, and from what I heard… she was giving them directions. Coaching them.”I groaned, loud and raw, and pressed my hand to my chest like I could somehow hold my breaking heart in place. I turned away from him for a moment, biting my lower lip to stop myself from screaming.Fuck.How could she?How dare she