Chapter 103

A HEAVY silence descended over the living room. Ethan exhaled as his eyes surveyed the house, as if he wanted to find something wrong and scold her afterwards. That was how Michelle felt as she slowly leaned her back against the countertop table, embracing herself while giving him a careful glance.

A rhetorical question popped in her head—one that had been bothering her all night and kept her awake. How did Ethan find out that Marsha was his daughter?

Ethan’s eyes landed on the portraits displayed on the TV cabinet. Those were the portraits of Marsha when she was still a newborn, when she turned one year old, and their photo that was taken in the flower shop—Marsha’s hands were full of soil, her hair was frantically a mess, yet her daughter looked beautiful as she smiled widely on the camera.

Michelle saw how Ethan’s attention got focused on those portraits. Waves of guilt and fear engulfed her chest. She could see it from the corner of his marble gray eyes. He adored Marsha. That sta