We were downstairs… and of course, my body was itching—itching to hear what the hell Liam had to say to Ethan. What unfinished business? He was too damn serious about it. And I could tell—it wasn’t just about confronting Ethan over Emelia or what she had done to me.
Liam rolled a chair out from the dining table and carefully lifted me from the wheelchair, settling me on it.
The dining room was empty. No sign of Mother.
Not even Emelia, who was always glued to her phone on the couch like she had no purpose in life. Maybe this time, she didn’t want to show her face after what she pulled. Good.
And Ethan? The one Liam was dying to see? Nowhere in sight.
I didn’t press further about Liam’s unfinished business. I didn’t want to trigger another argument. Not here. Not now. And definitely n
