Chapter 265

That feeling gnawed at Ethan Blackwood, leaving him incredibly frustrated. His grip on Clara Walton’s waist tightened slightly until she finally ended the call. Then, he caught her chin with his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. Even in that tense moment, Clara’s breath was uneven, but her expression stayed composed when she looked at him. "Why didn’t you call me first when something happened?" Ethan asked bluntly, his grip on her chin firming a bit. That unease bubbling inside him had no clear shape, just a sharp discomfort. He knew that when trouble hit, the first person someone reaches out to— that’s the one they truly care about. Back then, Clara used to call him right away. But now? He wasn’t even a thought. Clara let out a faint, dry chuckle, eyes calm but with a knife-thin glint. "Felix is Vincent’s son. Why wouldn’t I call Vincent? Or am I supposed to call you— a total outsider?" Her voice was calm, almost laced with irony. A while ago, that line would’ve hit Ethan hard enoug