Chapter 902
Chapter 902:
Unaware of Maia’s subtle change in demeanor, Kathie let out a sigh and carried on. “Who would’ve thought you’d land in such a mess the moment you returned… Vince is completely out of his mind—imagine threatening you with bombs. It’s like he treats human lives as nothing but playthings. I truly don’t understand what was going through the Morgans’ heads when they decided to pair you up with someone like him. Thank goodness you’re not actually one of them.” Worry creased her forehead, and her voice quivered with both unease and quiet anger. “Maia, I was honestly terrified… When I saw the news earlier today, I felt like the air was knocked out of me p>
Maia understood that Kathie’s concern came from a good place. She reached out, gave her hand a comforting pat, and said in a calm voice, “Don’t fret, Kathie. Look—I’m okay, right p>
But Kathie wouldn’t let it go. She let out another sigh and muttered a few choice words under her breath. “I swear, Vince is headed for disaster. You were lucky—someone up there must’ve been looking out for you. If something had happened to you, I wouldn’t know how to face your parents when I met them in heaven. They did so much for me in the past.” Her voice trailed off as she sank into old memories.
“Your parents—even though they didn’t have much, they always held their heads high,” Kathie said, her expression mellowing. “When Rosanna and Ethan were still kids, things were tough financially, but your parents still made sure they looked presentable. Their clothes might’ve been old and a bit worn, but they carried themselves with such grace. They had this quiet elegance, no matter what p>
She stopped for a second, glanced over at Ethan, and went on. “Your folks did everything they could to make sure their kids had a good shot at life—especially when it came to school. They didn’t hold back, no matter the cost.” Out of the blue, Kathie’s face tightened, as if a memory had hit her hard. “What breaks my heart is p>
“They never found out the truth—they were raising the wrong girl. Rosanna wasn’t even theirs. I still remember… whatever she wanted to study, they stood behind her. Life wasn’t easy for them, but their devotion to their children never once faltered p>
Something in what Kathie said stirred Ethan. Her words unlocked pieces of his early years that had long been buried.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 →
Back in those days, he and Rosanna were always by their parents’ side. They didn’t have much, but somehow, life felt full and rich. Even now, just remembering it brought a quiet smile to Ethan’s face.
Just as Maia opened her mouth to say something, Ethan cut in, saying, “Yeah, I remember as well… Dad liked to draw. I can still picture that hawk he did once—just a pencil, but it looked almost real. At the time, I didn’t even know it was supposed to be art. Too bad the sketch disappeared later p>
Maia stayed silent, letting Ethan’s memories and Kathie’s stories wash over her. A strange mix of puzzlement and interest began to rise within her. Her thoughts drifted to that sculpture Ethan had gifted her on her most recent birthday—it showed their family.
Just then, her imagination brought up pictures of their parents. They dressed plainly but neatly. Their faces were calm, but their eyes held a quiet intensity—like a fire burning just beneath the surface.
Out of nowhere, a strange gut feeling struck her. What if her parents had once come from wealth? Maybe, long ago, they had lived in comfort—far better than she’d ever imagined.
That might shed light on their polished way of dressing and their strong emphasis on education.