The Lost Heir: The Rise Of Ethan Walker

Running into his mother in law

Ethan froze, and a wry smile appeared on his face as he tried to understand what was going on. His wife, whom he had invested his effort, given his support, and loved even more than himself, after getting promoted, felt like he was no longer fit to be her husband.

Then it was this man, this scion of the Hale family, that was now her class since he was rich and classy.

“Punk, don't think too much about it. You don't even deserve such beauty like her. Look at you; you look like those beggars on the street. How do you intend to polish her lifestyle?” Logan stepped in and spoke discriminatingly.

“Look, divorce her, and I can buy you an Audi car so you can become a Didi driver. I am sure you'll make better money over here than here,” he continued.

Ethan looked at him, and anger flared up inside him. He clasped the towel in his hand. His teeth were gritted tightly.

This man had the guts to ridicule him because his wife gave him the opportunity to. So this is what he gets, huh?

He ignored Logan and looked at Amelia. “Is this what you really want?” he asked to be certain. If this was what she wanted, there was no need to force her lest he turn into her enemy as time went on.

“Yes. This is what I want.” Amelia replied, staring deeply into his eyes.

He smiled bitterly before grabbing a pen she dropped for him. Then he scanned the document only to see she had already signed her part. Her mind had been made up indeed.

Without further hesitation, he signed the papers before handing them to her.

Seeing this, Amelia froze. Something twitched inside her, and for a brief moment, she felt like it was her loss. She kept staring at his signature, feeling conflicted, when Logan walked over and picked it up.

“Now your wife is mine. If I see you anywhere around her, I will chop your legs off.” He warned before sliding his hand around Amelia's waist.

“Let’s go, baby.” He pulled her towards him and began to lead her away. She flashed one last stare at Ethan before looking away and walking off.

Ethan watched them, still sad. Now he had seen how important money and status were to a man. His wife of three years had left him on their day of anniversary. Such a wicked fate indeed.

As the feeling was consuming him on the inside, he suddenly remembered that lady who came earlier claiming he was some young master or perhaps a chairman of some group.

“I forgot to ask for her name.” He sighed and pushed the towel away. His thoughts wandered to the card and ring she gave him earlier. She did say the pin was his birthday date, right? If that was true, then it was time to test it.

He suddenly felt the urge to, and this made him wrap things up quickly. Thereafter, he checked in with the manager before boarding a cab and driving over to Nile City Central Bank.

When he walked up to the entrance, he looked up at the several floors of the bank. His heart began to palpitate inside his chest—he was extremely nervous.

But now, he was here already, so there was no going back. He inhaled deeply and was about to walk in when he heard a feminine voice.

“Ethan? Is that you? What is your wretched self doing in a place like this?”

He looked over only to see his mother-in-law Charlotte, and her second daughter, Fiona, walking towards him. Both of them had a mocking look on their faces as they sized him up.

“Oh, I heard my sister divorced you,” Fiona said sarcastically.

“He has been the one dragging her, so of course she had to dump him. Look, he is nothing but a trash bag. He can never be comparable to Logan Hale.” Charlotte added.

“You should go home and pack your things. It isn't like you have anything of value, but still go and take them out. Your belongings are like a bad omen to us.” She added.

“Or else we will pile it up and burn them up.” Fiona chirped in ruthlessly.

Ethan sighed. He hadn't gotten a break from what happened between him and Amelia yet he had her mother and sister to deal with.

He decided to ignore them and walked in when Charlotte grabbed him by the hand.

“Where do you think you are going? A lowly punk like you dares to walk out on me?” she sneered.

However, just then, she noticed a mysterious ring on his finger. Her eyes immediately squinted at it.

“Where did you get this ring from?” She asked. Though the ring didn't look fancy or like it had any value, she was sure he stole it.

Ethan hissed and immediately snatched his hand away. A frown emerged on his face as he retorted.

“It's none of your business.”

“None of my business? How dare you steal from my daughter? Do you think you will go scot-free? Over my dead body, you ugly punk.” Charlotte's face scrunched up into a frown.

She was ready to take it out on him since he wasn't complying and acting so rude and arrogant in front of her when he was nothing but a bottom feeder.

“Fiona, come, let’s teach this punk a lesson. He thinks he can leech off us and get away,” she fumed in rage and immediately attacked him.

Bang!

However, seeing how she jumped at him, Ethan was stunned, andat the same time, irritated. Does this woman not know when to stop? Frowning, he dodged her attack, and she stumbled to the front before falling on her face.

Thud!

The impact created a dull sound, and her face was immediately covered with dirt from the floor.

“What did you do to my mom?” Fiona's eyes widened, and she panicked.

“You, how dare you dodge?” Charlotte felt embarrassed as she found herself in an awkward position. She looked up, only to see Ethan standing there, unfazed, and he wasn't even looking in her direction.

She nearly exploded.

Anger coursed through her veins, and she yelled out.

“Guards! Guards! Help me. This man attacked me just now and stole a ring from me!”