Ethan Quinn Parents Novels & Stories

Portia was clearly unsatisfied with the answer. "Just like that? A top scorer gives up Easton and Northbridge just because he 'wants to'? Ethan, could you give us a more detailed explanation?" I shook my head. "It's just a personal choice." The reporters began whispering among themselves. A young reporter asked, "Ethan, do your parents support your decision?" Everyone turned to look at Mom and Dad. "We… We respect our son's choice," Mom said, forcing out a smile. But her expression was so strained that it was obvious to anyone that her smile was fake.

"We've searched the entire city. Ethan isn't in Las Noira. He's disappeared into thin air." "That's impossible!" I exclaimed, feeling panicked. "The news that I received yesterday stated that he was in Las Noira. I'm not lying—" The rest of my words died on my tongue when Dad gently patted my hair, saying, "I believe you." He turned to the bodyguard and said, "Continue searching for him. We must find Ethan even if we have to turn the entirety of Las Noira upside down to do so!" I couldn't shake off the feeling of uneasiness that festered within me upon receiving Dad's unconditional trust. "I… Don't we need to do a paternity test?"

"I mean, his father is loaded, and he’s well-known. Guys like that think they can get away with anything just because they have money and connections." Rhea blinked. "He’s famous?" "Hmm." Michelle nodded. "His father owns a company. He also has shares in this one. The old man forced Ethan to work here because he wanted him to ‘learn responsibility.’" Rhea’s stomach twisted. Ethan’s father was a business partner of Kieran’s. What was he going to think now that Kieran had beaten his son to a pulp because of her? What was the media going to say? She must have zoned out because Anna suddenly reached over and shook her shoulder.

"He doesn't deserve to be alive!" ... A week later, Ethan was forced to quit all his jobs at Seattle Central Hospital. He donated every penny he'd ever saved to start a children's medical charity in Tyler's name. In a news interview, his eyes all red, he looked at the camera and said: "I hope no other father ever makes the same unforgivable mistake I did." "Tyler, Daddy is so, so sorry." When I saw that news report, I just switched off the TV. Didn't even think twice.

I vaguely remember him saying something about the man being a pompous arrogant jerk, and never being a good father to him, but James is usually wrong about a lot of things. "Yeah, and you're Mr. Spectra?" I offer a handshake which he accepts warmly. "Please call me Ethan. We're practically family." He replies, and the smile falls off my face. Practically family. Except we’re not. Ethan notices it quickly and gives me a quizzical look, "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?” He asks, genuinely confused. I wave my hand dismissively, and force a grin on my face. "It's nothing. James and I are no longer together.”

Her smile even reached her eyes while the left end of her lips raised in a crooked smile. “Because, babe, we are going to meet mommy Alona and Daddy Tyler today,” Ethan answered. The man had to push his lycan to the back of his mind or the chances of them walking out of the door to visit Lexy’s parents might pop into thin air with how the two were dangerously flirting too early in the morning.

I ask, and he gives me an almost sad grin. "You wanna ask me something....what," he says, and my tear-stained cheeks actually blush. I look down at my lap to find courage. "How old are you again," I whisper, and he shifts a little in his seat. "91," he answers flatly, and I quickly glance at him to gauge his mood. He seems almost embarrassed but not upset. "You didn't meet your grandfather," I ask quietly. "No, my fathers were well over a hundred before I was born. My grandparents were mortal. They died before my dads were even eighteen," Ethan explains, and I nod again awkwardly.

Ethan promised his mother sincerely. “Izzabelle... Who is she?” Eve inquires cocking her brow in confusion. “Uncle James and Aunt Myra’s daughter...” Ethan’s heart thumped loudly beneath his chest as he carefully introduced his woman to his mother. “You mean the Smiths?” Eve inquired even further. “Yes, mom...” Ethan breathed out gazing at his mother. “You and she...” Eve inhaled, “...you guys are dating?” She asked staring at her son with her curious eyes.

It sounded scary as it hit in mind but also heartwarming, to be loved and treasured so deeply. In his own way, he feared that his family status would scare me off, he never wanted me to devalue myself and question what impact I make in his life. He's always reassured me that I'm one of his most important people. And I've never doubted him since. So Ethan Sawyer comes from generational wealth and it seems each member of his family has their own success story. With his parents owning a hospital and are part of an organisation that helps people in need. I do know that there is family business too which demands for their attention, including Ethan. There are times when his parents would request

Ethan is the son of the late Nathaniel Williams. His family is in the hospitality business. Their Company is known to be the leading company in the hospitality industry. Ethan's grandfather, Eric, started the business and later, his Son Nathaniel joined the business. Then, the company had Five hotels before the business was handed over to Ethan after his father died. There is no doubt. TLMC is the biggest and most successful hospitality business in NY today. The company has grown since it was passed on to Ethan. He took the business to new heights.