Dad's best friend secret baby

Chapter 35

Ethan

Three days left to release the truth video.

On days like this, I'd rather stay at home. Immerse myself in the gloom of my study.

But that would mean staying in the same space with Evie. My days at work during her off days had become my only solace.

It was becoming difficult to cope with the immense guilt that came with seeing her.

Alcohol had become my only solace. It was also why I drank yesterday. I drank after recording the confession video.

I overdid it— got drunk and started to spill rubbish. I wasn't a lightweight. It took more than a few sips of strong whiskey to get me drunk.

Thankfully, I remembered almost all of what I said.

I didn't spill anything regarding her situation and mine. She'd just take my words as drunken words.

Today was the third day since Judy made the request. Philip still hadn't found her.

I had less than seventy-two hours to send the video. I was scared, especially for Evie– for James.

It made me want to release the video.

I just couldn't risk her career, and I couldn't hurt her like that. But there had to be some other way, some solution.

I glanced at my laptop, unable to do any work. The Chief Military Officer would be coming around in a few days.

The final touches to the project were being made. The drones were already built in the testing facility. All that was left was to keep testing the drones— codes— for any defects.

For a moment, I contemplated visiting the testing facility. The ride to Nassau County would be a good distraction.

Or it'd only remind me of how all I'd built would crumble if I didn't acquiesce to Judy's request.

Fuck.

If, by any chance, she released the photos, it would leave a lasting impact on my reputation and the company's. But if the truth behind the CCTV footage was revealed, it would be a disaster for both.

Either way, I was fucked. I couldn't be. Being fucked would nullify the reasons for taking the actions that night.
It could potentially land me in jail...

My worst fear now seemed like it would come to pass.

It fucking couldn't.

When I raised my head, it was to a frame. A tall, burly frame.

The little shock was nothing compared to the fear in my mind. I glanced at him again before clearing my throat.

"When did you get here?" Similar icy blue eyes stared back at me before folding his arms on his chest.

His muscles bulged through his white T-shirt. Thirty-eight certainly looked good on him.

Sometimes, I thought he was in the wrong profession. A boxer would be a more befitting title rather than a fashion designer.

"You didn't hear me knock. You also didn't hear me walk until I got here." He tilted his head.

"Very unlike you, brother."

I really didn't. Running a hand through my hair, I gestured to the seat across me.

"Sit. Don't want to have you standing like you're in a boxing ring."

Henry's head tipped back in laughter. "Brother, you haven't stopped being intimidated by my physique."

I narrowed my eyes on him. "I never was."