As Aubrey stood there, frozen in confusion, she tried to move her feet, but they had suddenly become heavy as if they were planted to the ground.
She stumbled forward, her eyes fixed on Ethan's face, searching for answers. But Ethan's expression was twisted in anger and frustration, and he didn't seem to be able to meet her gaze.
Instead, he turned his attention to Mrs. Smith, his voice rising in anger. "Get out of my house!" he shouted, his face red with rage. "Leave me alone!"
But Mrs. Smith didn't seem to be intimidated by Ethan's outburst. She smiled a cold, calculating glint in her eyes and took her time to wear her robe.
She moved slowly and reached the door; she turned back to Ethan, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't forget, Ethan, you're mine. No one else's. And I'll
