Ethan wore a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Well, well. If it isn't Mr. Blake. Fancy seeing you here.
What’s the play today? The tormented, regretful ex-husband, or the deeply devoted father?
I have to say, your range is impressive. It’s a tragedy you didn't go into acting."
Sebastian was intimately familiar with Ethan's sharp tongue.
It wasn't that he couldn't fire back.
He just felt it was beneath him. He had more pressing matters to attend to, and tangling with Ethan was a waste of time.
He cut straight to the chase. "Where is Lillian? My son wants to see his mother. Don't tell me you're going to stand in the way of basic human decency.
I don't see your boss, Leonard, out here either."
Even though Sebastian was practically calling Ethan a lapdog, Ethan didn't lose his temper.
"Wake up, Mr. Blake," Ethan drawled. "You can't just inflict all that damage and then waltz back in expecting everyone to suffer amnesia.
Relax, Ms. Mercer will see you. Follow me to the back garden, and wait."
Sebastian frowned. He wasn't being invited inside? They were keeping him in the garden?
He had his son with him, for god's sake.
But Ethan gestured forward, leaving no room for negotiation.
Swallowing his pride, Sebastian grabbed Noah's hand and followed Ethan toward the back of the estate.
Noah kept his head down, a flicker of raw hostility directed at Ethan.
His mother always surrounded herself with these good-looking men. What exactly was her relationship with this one?
Besides being a murderer, was she sleeping around too?
The thought fueled Noah's absolute disgust for Lillian.


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