Meeting You Was Fate novel Chapter 695

At Starry Night Hotel

The boisterous banquet hall quieted down after Joshua exposed Shyla and Ethon's marriage to all the guests. The low pink light gave a warm glow to the atmosphere.

Shyla stood on the stage as all eyes turned to focus on Ethon.

Monica tightened her grip on Ethon's hand, who remained stoic. He did not want to get engaged at all.

"I need to go to the toilet," Ethon excused himself, casting an icy glance at Monica.

Without a word, Monica loosened her grip on Ethon's hand. She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "You had better come back soon."

With indifference on his face, Ethon gave her a look of arrogance. As he turned around to face the guests, people could see how lonely he felt.

Malcolm put down the goblet that he was holding and stared at Monica in surprise. He had not realized she was this crazy. She hadn't informed him that Joshua would create such a drama tonight.

Ethon entered the bathroom and was about to close the door when a force pushed it open. It was Malcolm in his flashy black suit. He walked in with a calm expression on his face.

They locked the door from inside.

Malcolm patted his son's shoulder, a friendly smile on his face. "Ethon, are you okay?" he asked.

"Dad... Did you know about this?" A deep frown settled on Ethon's handsome face. There was a hint of anger in his tone, too.

Malcolm shook his head, taking his hand off his son's shoulder. "I didn't know. If I had, I would have stopped your mother."

Ethon's thin lips formed into a sneer. "Dad, I really love Nana. I don't want to break up with her."

Malcolm didn't say anything for a few seconds. They could feel tension and seriousness in the air around them.

Malcolm understood how Ethon was feeling. Smiling, he said, "Ethon, no matter what you want to do, just do it. You have my support."

"Father..." Ethon wanted to say something but did not know what. He was touched by his father's words, almost unable to believe that he had his support.

Malcolm knew all of this too well. He had sacrificed his love for the greater good of his family. But, he regretted not being able to marry the love of his life.

"Do you remember your Aunt Ivy?" Malcolm asked, taking out his cigarette packet and lighter. He lit one of the cigarettes.

It burned at the end, and the smell of smoke filled the bathroom.