chapter 23
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“I brought some news for you, young master.” Henry said, making me wonder what it was now. Today was a Saturday and I really wanted to stay home with Lily and spend some time knowing fully well that my weeks were always so busy.

I looked at Lily who was busy with her game and I nodded, signaling him to talk.

“We received a letter.”

I was quite taken aback. Who would send a letter to my address? None of my colleagues would do that, neither will the people who work for me do that too.

“The letter is from Sophie.”

Henry said, handing over to me. She says she wants to speak with you and that it was urgent. The letter which seemed to be sealed before wasn't anymore because Henry had read that to know the content.

I had given him the power to do that. Most times, I didn't have time to read letters and people who always sent them were silly.

Some of the letters being sent to me are usually love letters from student in my school who think they are in love with me. Most of the times the letter turns out funny, Henry will make me read it but I was always too busy for that.

I'd thought it was the sane type of letter but when Henry said that it was from Sophie, I knew I had to read it myself.

After she sent those messages to me and I didn't reply, I guess she had to go find a other way.

And the only was sending me a letter?

I already knew that the letter would be a dumb one but I had to read it myself.

“Hi Ethan. I sent you a couple of messages which I believe that you saw but decided to ignore. I'd like for us to meet and talk because I have a business proposal to discuss with you.”

I smiled.

She ended the letter by giving me an address and asking that I please show up. In her words “I won't leave till you show up.”

“Shouod I ask the driver to prepare the car.”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

I gave the letter to Henry who took it slowly. “Young Master..”

I knew what he wanted to say. That Sophie was my sister and that I shouldn't treat her like this. I know all that but I was still not going to show up St that restaurant.

How dare she order me around? I am Ethan Blackwell. No one dares to order me around.

“I think you should go.” Henry said, calmly. He took a few steps forward. “Actually I think this is a plot by your sister to get your reaction and post it “

I thought about it.

I never trusted Sophia even when she was young bit she was different now. She was an adult and she was desperate. I knew what being desperate could do to someone.

She was at the verge of losing everything, of course, so she'd try to do everything she would do. She'd probably try to use me as well.

“Do you think she's trying to make fun of me again?”

“No, I actually think she wants to use you for her influence.”

I didn't understand what Henry was trying to talk about. Use me for her influence?

“Sophia got a lot of shade when all her previous videos of you went viral again. Now, I think she wants to make them believe that you are at peace with her.”

“That still doesn't want to make me see her.”

“I'm sure she already has the picture of the letter sent to your door and she had probably cried infrin4 of her Camera this morning. She also probably did a live stream before leaving the house. Everyone is interested in your story now.”

I nodded, agreeing with him. Everything he said was true but I was still struggling to understand him.

“Could you imagine what would happen if you didn't show up at the restaurant? After she had tweeted to her fans that she was trying to apologize to you?”

It was now making sense to me. Sophia was trying to use me and from all angles she'll win this game.

If I decided that I wasn't going to show up, she'd lie to her followers and they'll turn against me calling me names and if I showed up, it could give her more visibility, either ways, she was going to use me.

I smiled.

It was a sad smile. All my life, the people I thought loved me have been using me and even now when I wasn't with them anymore, now that I was running away from them, they still latched by my side causing me pain.

“You don't have to overthink it. You just need to show up. You have more to lose not showing up than you'd ever lose when you show up.”

Was he advising me to go see my step sister? The one who humiliated me and made life miserable for me till my last days at that house.

“I'm not asking you to become friends with her, young master. I know how difficult that will be. I'm only asking you to do go see her and probably get her to change her life.”

Change her life?

I didn't care about that.

I just wanted to have peace. Don't I deserve that? Even a little?

I took a deep breathe. After I'd left the Pierce mansion, I'd told myself that I didn't want anything to do with those people and through to my words, I have always avoided them.

But at this point, it was obvious that they wanted to get at my face.

They wanted my attention and I was ready to give it to them.

Sophia Pierce, Emma and Victoria Pierce.

I'd add Daniel to the list very soon.

“Tell the driver to get the car ready. I'm going to wearing that green taxiedo. If we are going to give them a show, we should at least give them the greatest show of their lives.” I said.

Henry smiled.

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