Chapter 993

Ethan, reputed for his blunt honesty, remarked, "Relax, Brad. I'll write a confession for you. I've just finished one and know how to write it. Just attach your signature and fingerprint; then it's officially valid."

While he spoke, he grabbed a sheet of paper and began writing.

Midway, he noted, "People should own up for what they've done. Daniela, please rest assured-I'Il write everything down. Whatever actions you decide to take against us, we're prepared for it."

Brad absorbed it all, his face increasingly shadowed.

Still, he managed a forced chuckle, muttering, "Yes. Daniela, we weren't in the right state when we harmed your mother. Regret's been eating at us for years. Now that we're family, could you possibly spare us?"

Brad observed Daniela, gauging her reaction.

Ethan, eyes still on the paper, said flatly, "Brad, that's not how it works. Everyone should face the consequences after making mistakes, or others might follow suit. Daniela has a generous spirit, but it's no excuse to exploit it. Letting the legal system handle this sounds most impartial."

With his shares secured in Daniela's company, Ethan felt anchored.

He added with gravity, "And besides, callng someone 'family' shouldn't justify burdening them unfairly.Once, we leaned on Hamilton for the same excuse-and that was unjust. We should live in peace but not at the expense of fairness. Isn't that right, HHamilton?"

Ethan shot Hamilton a warm glance.

Hamilton gave a grunt in reply, but his eyes never strayed from Brad.

Brad squeezed out a pained smile. "Exactly... That's what I meant. I was going to say the same thing."

As he spoke, he nearly bit down in frustration. Ethan gave a short laugh, sliding the completed confession over. "Here it is. Review it if you must.Otherwise, just sign, put your fingerprint on it, and give it to Daniela."

Brad lowered his gaze. A wave of disorientation swept over him.

Ethan had indeed been exhaustive. Every detail, every phrase, every link to the tragedy that befell Daniela's mother-it was all inscribed like a full-length report, thousands of words in minutes.

Wordlessly, Brad stared at Ethan, who returned a cheerful grin and asked, "Want to add anything, Brad?" He held out the writing tool and the red ink pad. "Just place your signature and print here."

Brad hovered over the document, then glanced up at the circle around him.

Daniela watched silently.

Cedric remained expressionless, his stare icy.

Carol had her arms tucked, amusement glinting in her stare.

Hamilton's jaw was tight, eyes fixed on Brad's every movement.

Brad felt cornered. He clutched the pen but couldn't bring it down. "Well... Ethan, your penmanship stil hasn't improved. See? A few spelling flaws here and there." He turned to Daniela. "Daniela, this won't do.Let me recover a bit-once my elbow feels better, I'll draft you something heartfelt myself. A sincere apology should look the part."

Ethan nearly retorted about the supposed errors, but Daniela had already turned to the television, answering in a distant tone, "Fine. I'll wait for that document then."

Brad took in the detached look on her face and had a strange feeling that he had missed his last chance.

Brad and Ethan continued to stay in Daniela's villa.

The housekeeper asked, "Mr. McCoy, are you looking to fix something in the kitchen? Tell me what you'd like -I'll prepare it."

Brad peered around the vacant sitting area and cleared his throat. "Lunch wasn't filling. Just a smnall bowl of noodles, something quick-l wouldn't want to rouse anyone,"

She nodded."Understood."

Brad wandered toward the refrigerator.

As he opened the door, the housekeeper quickly added, "Those fruits are reserved for Ms. Harper. Mr.Phillips brought them exclusively for her. They're from his private garden-no one else should touch them.If you'd like fruit, I'll take some from the secondary fridge and clean it for you shortly."

Daniela's pregnancy made her crave pomegranates.

Cedric peeled them for her daily, placing the ruby seeds into a dainty dish.

Before shutting the fridge, Brad fixated on the vibrant pomegranates resting in the crisper drawer.