All Chapters of Easy, Mr. Bigshot: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

As I watched Connor leave, I felt a weight crushing my chest.Jethro hadn’t come to see me, and I started to panic. I knew him—he would try to look for me immediately if he knew I was in the police station. Could it be that the nanny had failed to notify him?I didn't sleep a wink while in the station. I could feel my sense of assured security fading. What was Connor going to do to me? Was he really going to send me to prison unless I left?Time seemed to slow into a painful, excruciating crawl. I had never felt so anxious before. The next afternoon, Jethro finally showed up. My tears welled up when I saw him. I sniffled as he took his seat opposite me."I thought you weren’t coming to see me. What took you so long?" I vented.Jethro looked tired. I noticed his eyebags and figured he probably hadn’t slept much either.He answered, "I've been searching for you for the entire night. I only found out where you were today." Knowing Jethro cared about me, I didn't feel so woeful any

"I'm not signing this, and I'm not leaving Jethro," I declared, looking away from the paper. "You're not the one who makes the decisions around here. This isn't your home. This is the police station!" the officer snarled impatiently. "You're asking me to sign an admission without gathering evidence or even making an investigation. How is this fair or legal?" I snapped, irate.Sure, I was here in Sean's place, but I wasn't going to just roll over and let them prosecute me so soon. I had to stall until Jethro found a way to help me. "Struggling is futile, Serena. You refused to make the right choice, and now you're here because of it," Connor retorted. His phone rang before I could mount a response. He frowned and picked up.Connor’s expression changed. I didn't know what was being said, but I had never seen him so happy before. "Really?! My God… This is a miracle!" he exclaimed. He hung up the call while I frowned."Excuse me, officer. My wife just woke up, so I have to hea

The majordomo shot me one last look and left. It would be a lie to say I felt nothing just because I was silent. I didn't like how my parents were turned away at the gate, but I had promised myself to never help them again.I just wished they would stop forcing me into doing things. There was a reason why I hadn’t called them when I got back—I had given up on them. They never cared about me. All they could care about was Sean.I played with Seren in the bedroom. Jethro stepped inside and sat next to me. He looked at me with concern in his eyes. "They’re still outside," he said, "But I hope you always remember how they treated you."Jethro’s voice was gentle, and I knew he was just advising me. My penchant to give in to my family's demands had been a problem to him. He had nagged me about it so many times, and yet, I never listened to him even once. After that gigantic mess though, if I was still going to acquiesce to them, then even I would think something was seriously wrong with m

I suppressed my sadness and instructed the Willows' security guards to drive my parents home. Mom glanced at the guards and became even more desperate. "We're not going anywhere until you agree to help Sean!" "How many times do you need me to tell you?" I replied irritably, "I can't do anything for him. It doesn't matter if you stay here forever—there's just nothing I can do. Stop trying to force me!"Dad spoke again, but this time with great difficulty. He was starting to not look right. "If anything… happens to Sean… I… I…" He collapsed. Shocked, I rushed to help him up and noticed he was deathly pale. The chauffeur then pulled up, and I urged him to drive us straight to the hospital. Along the way, I called Jethro, my voice quivering. My dad had a heart condition, and I suspected that all of this was placing him under too much duress. Jethro was at first displeased to hear about my parents, but when he heard of my dad collapsing, he became just as anxious. He knew how much I

I smirked. Everyone could see through my parents' ploy. I was the only one who kept hoping that they loved me. "So, what are you going to do?" Mason asked placidly."I don't know. I'm just…confused right now. I don't know what to do," I admitted.I knew I should harden my heart, but yet, I couldn't. I hated how weak-willed I was. I felt as if I was going insane. Mason watched me sympathetically—and some other sentiments I couldn't quite grasp."I think you should do what Jethro suggests. I know it sounds cruel, but it's the only way to solve this. If you don't, your parents will keep forcing the most unreasonable demands on you."This surprised me. Mason had always been a centrist when it came to these things, but he was siding with Jethro this time. I knew he had a point though. Everyone knew it, even me, but I kept trying to gaslight myself into thinking it wasn't true. I hated this part of me."I just can't harden my heart!" I cried out and looked at Mason pleadingly. These