Chapter 37

Lucy couldn’t stop Arthur Blackwood. And well, Lucy wasn’t stupid—anyone barging in right now was bound to walk into something... extremely awkward. Just then, Ethan Blackwood’s voice came smoothly from inside, calm as ever. “Grandpa, no one’s holding you back. I just figured if you walked in, my wife might die of embarrassment.” His voice was so even, not a single ripple of emotion. Arthur froze when he heard Ethan speak. Then it hit him. “…” What a damn brat. Even now, with a busted leg and a pregnant wife, this punk couldn’t keep it in his pants? He’d never seen Ethan this fired up about Clara Walton before. But since Ethan had already said that, Arthur couldn’t exactly storm in now. He let out a loud, annoyed “hmph” and stormed back to the lounge, dropping onto the couch with a scowl. Lucy hurried after him, sweat breaking out on her forehead. Yeah, she was definitely terrified. … At the same time— Clara stared at Ethan, stunned, her tone laced with frustrated scolding. “Let me go.