All Chapters of My Ex And His Daddy's Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

93:The clock hands on the dashboard of Ethan's sports car had already passed the number two in the morning. The dim light of Manhattan's mercury lamps reflected on his wet car hood. Ethan struck the steering wheel with his palm, venting the frustration boiling in his chest. He had already gone to three budget hotels, combed through five subway stations, and even checked several nearby hospitals, but Aurora's figure seemed to have evaporated, swallowed by the thick night."Damn it! Where are you, Rory...?" Ethan murmured, his voice hoarse, raspy from too much shouting and holding back tears.Both of his eyes were red and felt sore. Despair began to creep crazily, gripping his chest until it felt tight. The young man rested his head on top of the steering wheel, taking a deep breath, trying to gather the remnants of his nearly exhausted sanity.Meanwhile, in the study of the Calloway Mansion, a phone on top of the oak desk vibrated softly. Richard, who all this time had been sitting t

95The lobby of the Calloway Mansion suddenly turned into a vacuum. The ticking sound of the grand clock in the corner of the room seemed to be the only remaining sound, chiming slowly, counting the seconds of the collapse of a universe. Ethan was frozen in his place; the backpack on his shoulder, which had initially felt light, now seemed to turn into a lump of lead weighing tons."Say that once more," Ethan whispered, his voice hoarse, barely audible. His red eyes stared at Hugo with a terrifying intensity.Hugo took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping; the burden of fifteen years seemed to spill from his shoulders. "Master Richard... is not your biological father, Young Master. Your biological father is Master Arthur, Master Richard's older brother who passed away in a tragic accident fifteen years ago."Ethan felt his world spinning at a sickening speed. He grabbed the sleeve of Hugo's clothes, his eyes trembling violently. "Don't lie to me! Stop talking trash

97Ethan's footsteps echoed rapidly along the seventh-floor corridor of the apartment building. His breathing was uneven, and his right hand was already clenched into a fist, preparing himself for the worst that might have happened to his secretary. However, the moment he arrived in front of Unit 704, his brows furrowed. There were no signs of forced entry. Instead, silence blanketed the deserted hallway.Click.The door opened before Ethan had the chance to knock. Audrey stood in the doorway, her face still carrying traces of fabricated anxiety."Ethan, you're here," Audrey whispered, deliberately lowering her voice as she stepped aside to let her boss enter.Ethan walked through the small foyer, his eyes cautiously scanning the room."Where's the person you were talking about, Audrey? You said—"His words died in the air.Every joint in his body seemed to give way the instant his gaze reached the dimly lit living room. On the cream-colored fabric sofa sat a young woman curled into h

99The morning sunlight slowly chased away the last traces of dew clinging to the apartment windows. Inside the living room, now gradually warmed by the sunlight, Aurora's large suitcase stood upright beside the front door. She slung a simple woven bag over her shoulder and gazed quietly around the room that had sheltered her through the most critical night of her life.Audrey stood beside the dining table, her fingers tightly clutching a tissue that had already begun to fall apart from her tears."Are you really leaving now, Rory? Going back to Boston? I can book you a train ticket or drive you to the station."Aurora turned around and slowly shook her head, a faint smile filled with bitterness appearing on her lips."No, Rey. I'd be too ashamed to go back to Boston now. How could I possibly face my mother? No... I'm not going there.""Then where are you going?" Audrey asked, her voice rising with concern she could no longer hide."I'm going far away, Rey. As far away from this city

101 The atmosphere inside Richard's office, which had been filled with Nana's sorrowful lament, suddenly fell silent when a firm knock sounded at the solid oak door. Before Richard could respond, the large door was pushed open. The steady rhythm of familiar footsteps echoed across the oak floor, breaking the suffocating silence. Ethan walked in with an upright posture, dressed in a dark plaid flannel shirt. He looked nothing like the broken man he had been inside the VIP room a week earlier. His appearance was neat, although the faint traces of exhaustion beneath his eyes betrayed the truth. "Ethan?!" Nana cried, her voice ringing sharply through the room. The elderly woman immediately rose to her feet with the little strength she had left. She hurried toward him and threw herself against his broad chest. Her wrinkled hands wrapped tightly around Ethan's neck as though she feared he would disappear from her sight again. "Oh, thank goodness... you've finally come home, my gran