Chapter 407

Celeste Harper instinctively paused, her hand reaching out to hold Ethan Shaw back. "Son... all these years, I really... I'm sorry." Behind them, Sophie Larkspur’s voice was barely a whisper. If Celeste hadn’t stopped Ethan when she did, he probably wouldn’t have caught what she said at all. Celeste looked up at him. Ethan didn't glance back once. His expression was stone cold, eyes set forward, like her apology hadn’t touched him in the slightest. "If saying sorry could fix everything... we wouldn’t need cops, would we?" That cringe-worthy line from countless melodramas somehow felt painfully on-point right now. Ethan gripped Celeste’s hand tighter and walked out of the small apartment without a single look back. It wasn't until much later, after Sophie brought Edward Shaw—who’d suffered a stroke and was now paralyzed—to stay in that same apartment, that Celeste finally heard the story. Edward told her that every piece of furniture in the room came from over thirty years ago, from the