The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 118

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“Mommy,” my son whispered, “are they talking about Unde Ethan?” 

I readjusted his eye mask. “You misheard. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m right here? 

Oliver slept until we landed. 

In familiar surroundings, he became noticeably happier, taking eager steps toward the exit. 

I quickly held him back. “Oliver, we need to catch another flight.” 

“We’re going to Edinburgh to see Grandma.” 

Standing at the entrance to my hometown, I felt a momentary hesitation. 

For my sake, my parents had once flown to America to meet Ethan. 

They never approved of him. 

It was me who insisted on our handfasting ceremony, even starting a business with him. 

Ethan always assumed I agreed to handfasting because I loved him so deeply that I was willing to date with him without marriage. 

Little did he know, I embraced handfasting as part of my own heritage. 

I grew up in a proud Irish family from Edinburgh, where women have maintained their independence for generations. 

In my family, the women kept their surnames, owned their own land, and passed down their strength through the maternal line–my grandmother often said we had Celtic warrior queens in our blood. 

Taking a deep breath, I led Oliver toward home. 

Along the way, childhood friends and elders greeted me as if I’d never left. 

When my mother saw me, she welcomed me with tears streaming down her face. 

That evening, the whole family gathered warmly for a reunion dinner. 

Oliver hadn’t experienced such family warmth in a long time. He held my hand and said: 

“Mom, I love it here.” 

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At the Ferrers estate, Ethan’s mother had been almost cruel in her demands of us. 

When they ate, we were expected to serve them. 

When we ate, we endured constant criticism. 

Thinking of this, I kissed my son’s soft little cheek. “Then we’ll stay here forever and never go back.” 

My son nodded, finally showing some childlike innocence. 

Just then, my neighbor rushed in from outside: “Freya, you’d better come see.” 

“That man you were engaged to is causing a scene at the entrance!” 

Hearing that Ethan had arrived. 

Instantly, the smiles disappeared from both my and Oliver’s faces. 

With the Ferrers family’s resources, I wasn’t surprised they’d found us so quickly. 

I adjusted my dress as I headed toward the entrance. Before I even arrived, I could hear my sisters teasing him: 

“So you’re the man Freya chose? You look useless.” 

“Exactly! Neither strong nor rugged. I wouldn’t give him a second glance.” 

“Hey, if you were buying him, how much would 

you 

offer?” 

“Money? This one’s worth one dollar at most!” 

Ethan’s gloomy voice carried over, “A group of women judging a man–the world’s turned upside down!” 

“I don’t want to argue with you. Go get Freya.” 

The women took offense at this. “That’s rich! Since when are men exempt from judgment?” 

“A little guy who sits around drinking coffee all day dares to talk down to women who earn the living?” 

I patted my sisters‘ shoulders and walked through the path they cleared for me. 

“Why are you here? I believe I said we shouldn’t meet again.” 

I hadn’t expected to see Ethan looking like this. 

His face was haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept properly in a long time. 

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Nothing like his former image as a well–groomed luxury boutique owner. 

Ethan approached me, but surprisingly, his first words were all criticism. 

“Is this how you spend your days, among these shrews?” 

“No wonder you haven’t answered my calls for so many days. They’ve clearly corrupted you!”