Chapter 667 Ethan's Real intention
Day Seventy-Two…
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Vincent was displeased when he heard Ethan's last statement. But he already expected that this young boy would still need to adjust upon learning the truth. Instead of getting mad, Vincent had to be patient with him.
"Okay. I will respect your decision. But will you give me a chance to be your father? Can you spend time with me once in a while?" Vincent requested him.
Monica furrowed her eyebrows. She thought Vincent would try to convince Ethan to leave the Sparks Mansion. He should be more assertive in taking Ethan away from Nathan and placing him under his care.
Monica was about to touch and hug Ethan but the young boy reflexively stepped back. She pursed her lips, trying to conceal her negative emotions.
"My son, can you give your mother a hug?" Monica leaned over as she extended her two hands in front of him, asking for a hug. She put on a pleading look in her eyes.
Ethan's initial hesitation gave way to a few moments of contemplation. After taking a few deep breaths, the young boy decided to close the gap between them and gave Monica a warm embrace. As he held her, he couldn't help but analyze his feelings toward this woman. It was a strange feeling, as he found himself unable to establish any sort of motherly connection with her, despite the tender moment they shared. This absence of a maternal bond left him feeling somewhat perplexed and detached.
On the other hand, Monica's lips curled into a satisfied smile, thinking that Ethan was finally acknowledging her as his biological mother. Little did she know, Ethan still harbored doubts. He couldn't help but compare Monica to Jane. In Monica's embrace, he couldn't find the same sense of security and comfort that he had felt with Jane.
"Have you eaten?" Vincent softly asked Ethan, stroking his head.
"I'm not hungry, sir." Ethan simply replied.
"Can you call me Dad? Not Sir," Vincent made a solemn request.
"I can't for now," He frankly responded.
"It's okay. I understand. By the way, what's in your backpack?" Vincent shifted his attention to Ethan's bag.
"It's nothing. Just my ordinary stuff. Can you give me a tour of the house?" Ethan inquired with an innocent tone. His eyes darted around the surroundings, as though he were scanning the area, searching for someone.
Vincent, presuming Ethan was searching for Mia, responded, "Mia is at school. I heard from her that you didn't attend school today."
"Gentlemen, please excuse me for a moment. I'll just take a shower and put on some proper clothes." Monica butted in. She was still wearing her robe after dipping from the pool.
"Okay, Babe. I'll just tour Ethan around."
That signaled Monica to make her exit. Vincent, on the other hand, chose to stay with Ethan, doing his best to engage and connect with the young boy. Leading Ethan through various parts of the house, Vincent directed him to his study and other areas. Ethan followed in silence, almost as if he were in the process of acquainting himself with the house's layout.
Ethan appeared to thoroughly enjoy his tour of the study, so he settled comfortably onto the couch, placing his backpack beside him. His curious gaze wandered over the bookshelves, scanning the titles. Vincent observed him with a warm, contented smile on his face.
"Do you love reading?" Vincent inquired, his tone filled with genuine interest.
Ethan simply nodded, his focus still on the books. "Can I stay here for a while?"
"Of course, you can. I'll fetch you some snacks. Feel free to stay and enjoy the books. Some of them are Mia's favorites. I'm delighted to see that the two of you are getting along so well," Vincent remarked.
Ethan offered no further comments, his attention now completely absorbed by the world of books around him. However, the moment Vincent stepped out of the study room, his real intention reflected in his eyes.
Returning to the couch, Ethan delved into his backpack and retrieved a small, inconspicuous device resembling a bugging tool. The young boy planned to spy on Vincent because he still doubted him. He couldn't fully trust this stranger who suddenly became his biological father. His gut feeling was telling him that something was off with this timing and the revelation.
He decided not to trouble Nathan and Jane with his concerns and, therefore, opted to handle the matter on his own, keeping it concealed from them. He believed that Nathan and Jane needed to concentrate on their relationship, and he felt content observing them together, putting in the effort to strengthen their connection as a couple.
Ethan proceeded with care, discreetly concealing the spying device in a location that he suspected Vincent would not easily detect. A mischievous grin crossed the young boy's face once he had successfully completed his mission. He had nothing to lose. He just wanted to confirm and find out if Vincent and Monica had ill motives. "I should plant a spying device to monitor her," Ethan mumbled, referring to Monica. But he thought that it was inappropriate to plant some bugs in the couple's bedroom. Ethan rubbed his chin, trying to figure out what the best thing to do.
Then an idea popped up in his mind. "Her phone. I should spy on her using her phone." Ethan finally came up with another strategy. His next target was Monica's phone. To him, Monica seemed more suspicious than Vincent.
It did not take long before Vincent returned to his study room, holding a tray containing a slice of sweet cake and a pitcher of juice. He saw Ethan quietly sitting on the couch, reading a book. Vincent was deceived by Ethan's innocent look. He was clueless that this harmless boy had already planted a spying device in his study room.
"Let's eat," Vincent softly said, placing the trace on the surface of the table.
"Uhm… Okay. Thanks… Where's my mother?" Ethan was getting ready for his next task.
"She's going to join us in a while," Vincent reassured him.
Ethan simply nodded in response. However, he found himself deep in contemplation, mulling over the idea of placing a bug on Vincent's phone as well. After all, he had extra devices.
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