"Stop making a scene here!" Nathan barked, his voice laced with frustration. "The real issue at hand is fixing the Linwood family's business problems. Didn't I ask you to find Mr. Foster's number recently? Did you get it? If you did, call him and arrange a meeting."
Ethan slowly rose to his feet, disappointment etched across his face. "Dad, I've always respected you and followed your lead, but this time, I can't agree with you, nor will I comply. I will uncover the truth from back then and give Claire the justice she deserves."
With those words, he turned and walked away with resolute steps.
Behind him, Nathan shouted in anger, "You stop right there! If you dare to investigate, don't consider me your father anymore, and forget about meddling in the Linwood family business!"
Ethan paid no heed. His mind was set on one thing: finding Claire and making amends for the years of injustice she had endured.
Just as Ethan was about to leave, Vanessa entered, carrying a thermos with a warm smile on her face. "Dad, I made some chicken soup for you."
She noticed Ethan's furious expression and felt a pang of anxiety, recalling the events of the previous day. However, she quickly relaxed, remembering Ethan's support for her, and flashed him a cheerful smile. "Oh, Ethan, you're here too. Would you like to join Dad for some soup?"
Ethan remained silent, his face dark. He walked up to Vanessa, grabbed her shoulders, and demanded, "Claire is missing. Are you happy now?"
Vanessa turned pale with fright at his sudden move. "Ethan, I didn’t—"
"Don't you dare deny it!" Ethan's voice was a harsh whisper, barely restrained. "With Claire gone, you're the only daughter left in the Linwood family. Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
Vanessa appeared deeply hurt, tears welling up in her eyes. "Ethan, how can you think that of me? We've been siblings for over twenty years. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?"
In Ethan's mind, Vanessa had always been the sweet, innocent, and kind-hearted sister. It was this belief that had led him to favor her time and again.
When Irene had her accident and ended up in a coma, he had never suspected Vanessa, blaming Claire instead.
But the events of yesterday were telling him he might have been wrong.
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