CHAPTER EIGHTYEthan sighed with a smile on his face, and then he went to a couch positioned very close to the wall by his left and sat down, while the rest of the workers in the lobby looked at him, wondering what he was really up to.He brought out his phone a few seconds later and started to operate on it, chuckling at whatever amused him on social media. He continued, for over thirty minutes, until Irene returned with a large tray containing a plate covered with a dish cover.“Aha! That was really fast!” Ethan said with a smile on his face, the moment he saw Irene approaching, he returned his phone to his pocket and adjusted himself, while still smiling at the young lady who felt so pleased at what he did.Irene walked up to the middle of the lobby, to grab a stool, but she struggled to bend as a result of the long tray in her hand.“Don’t worry, I will get that for you,” Ethan said, and he stood up, grabbed the stool, before taking it to the front of the couch where he placed it,

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWOIrene gasped, with a frightful look that showed that she was really scared to call them.“What are you waiting for? Didn’t you hear him?”“I can’t! I can’t call them!” Irene said in response to Wesley’s utterance, causing him to look at her with so much curiosity.“They instructed that I never call them for any reason, even if I wanted to speak to my son. I was only allowed to speak to him once every three days.” Irene said with a shaky tone, trying so hard not to let the phone in her hands fall to the ground.Ethan thought about what she said, but he seemed not to be so convinced about their decision, and the desire to know who was trying to kill his Father made him so eager to know who they were. He sighed, turned to Wesley, and then returned his gaze to Irene who was hopeful that were words were really convincing.“You have to call them, that’s the only way you prove your innocence.”“But..”“Didn’t you hear the My Prince ? Do as he says!” Wesley commanded immedi