Ethan Quinn Parents Novels & Stories

Of course, she happily accepted him to the family. Her parents knew about Ethan after seeing him walk their daughter back at their suite, to ensure her safety. At that moment, they knew he was going to be a good son and a brother. Not long after, Ethan flew to America with his new family. And here they are, united for the first time in a long while. Megan called the bickering two for dinner as she prepared plates and a can of soda for each of them. They started eating and talking, catching up, and bringing up memories from their childhood.

“Good. Because I didn’t raise a son who would do something like that. I believe you and I’ll help you gather whatever evidence you need to expose the girl. She won’t get away with this.” Ethan’s shoulders loosened a little, and he could feel the tension dissipating Just enough for him to breathe. “Thank you. I really needed to hear that.” “You’ll get through this,” his father said firmly. “But you need to keep your head clear.” Another voice broke into the conversation. His mother, Mrs blackwood, stepped forward. “Ethan,” she said softly, drawing his attention. He could hear how hurt she sounded. “When are you bringing the twins? You promised they’d spend the weekend with us.”

“Since your father said that, then it must mean that he knows something. But why has he been keeping quiet all these years? What was his plan in taking care of you even though you were not his daughter?” “That is what I really want to find out. But he has switched off his phone and I don’t know where he is getting drunk right now, so I absolutely have no way of finding him.” “Why don’t you leave that to me? I will help you track him down and maybe I can…” Before Ethan could finish his statement, his phone rang. He looked at the unknown number with furrowed eyebrows but he still picked it up in the end. “Is this Mr. Reid?”

He then leaves with our orders after pouring us each a glass. “So, how does a cop afford such a high end restaurant?” I wasn’t being rude or anything. I was just curious. This looks like the kind of place where Rowan had his business dinners. Ethan chuckles before answering. “You could say my parents are well off” “Parents?” I ask confused. If I remember correctly, he told me his dad wasn’t in the picture.

"Dad, Mom, please, you have to help me. The card is just temporarily locked. Cover the deposit and I'll pay you back." Derek and Rachel just stared at each other. They had come here to spend Ethan's signing bonus, not their own money. I stepped in, my voice perfectly sympathetic. "Oh, Ethan. I can't watch this. These are your biological parents. How could they let you go to jail? If I were your real mother, I'd sell the car, sell the house, whatever it took." I let a beat pass. "Too bad Derek got everything in the settlement." Ethan's eyes lit up. He turned to Derek and demanded he liquidate the house and car immediately, or he'd cut them off.

The child had dark hair, a serious, aristocratic little face, and a pair of piercing, terrifyingly familiar steel-gray eyes. Ethan stopped breathing. He swiped to the next image. It was a Geneva birth certificate. Mother: Zara Sterling Frost. Father: Ethan Cole. Ethan stared at the glowing screen as the world around him shattered into a million pieces.

“You fucking nutjob. Did you break up with your fiancée because of this?! Did you lose all that for a lowlife like this?! The company is about to go into shit in your face, and you are fucking the daughter of the man that almost raped your mother-” “Yes. I am fucking her. What is it with you? I do not want to sell my life for the company when there are other ways to build it. You are the one trying to get a shortcut around things.” It was the first time I had ever seen Ethan use such a harsh tone towards his parents. It made me uncomfortable having them yell over my head while I stood between.

I ask, trying to keep my voice even. He considers the question instead of brushing it aside. His fingers tap once against his knee before going still. “Ethan’s family is deeply rooted in politics,” he says. “Influential. Established.” He adjusts the cuff of his sleeve, voice steady. “His father also comes from old family wealth, so their reach extends well beyond public office.” A brief glance slides in my direction, one brow lifting slightly. “His father is reasonable. His mother, however…” The corner of his mouth tightens almost imperceptibly. “Let us just say his father doesn't control her.”

And that man turned out to Adam knight, Ethan's dad. He was looking straight over at us. "Yeas he said we can eat as many chwocalotes as much we want, because we're cutie pies" He saw us looking at him I gave him a small smile and he returned it. Just then Elena Knight, his wife, Ethan's mom came to him and looked over where he was looking at, and saw us her attention went towards the twins and her eyes widened, then she looked at me, I gave her a smile, but she just frowned and went somewhere else taking her husband with her.

" Mr. Jack, Ethan's godfather asked. He has been the one taking care of Ethan ever since his mother died when he was three years old. Ethan didn't know who his father was, so he was left with no other choice than to accept Mr and Mrs. Jack and his biological parents and their two children, his only siblings. Though he has been on the quest of looking for Amelia ever since he was small, he never gave up even when he was advised to give up that the person he is looking for might be dead. "I'm fine dad, how's Mom doing and my other siblings?" Ethan asked.